Wednesday, November 12, 2008

IT'S ALL FUN AND GAMES AT GRANDMA'S HOUSE UNTIL SOMEONE MELTS

We have a gas fireplace in the family room. I love it. That room was always cold and I freeze all winter so it is a wonderful thing for me.

The other day Gilmore Girl was here with her two girls, Curly Sue and Tuesday. Gilmore Girl, Phil--who, Gilmore Girl says needs a nickname--send suggestions--and I were upstairs visiting and then she cut our hair. I fixed dinner because the Fearless Hunter was going to be home late and so they decided to stay over and eat.

The girls had been downstairs playing and watching TV for a couple of hours. When I called them upstairs to eat they nearly melted up the steps. They didn't so much as sit at the table but wilted in their chairs and oozed melty words, like syrup. Then I realized that the temperature downstairs must be about eighty-five degrees. Just right for me. Not so right for anyone with blood that still circulates.

So, if you come to my house in the winter be prepared. Or you could (sing ), "...a little song, (do) a little dance, (put) a little seltzer down your pants." That'd cool you off. The girls will have to do with some ice cubes because I don't have any seltzer.

You have been warned.

4 comments:

The Peterson Family said...

I would love to come and be toasty at your house. Oh wait, I don't get cold anymore....hmmmm. But I probably would in Utah! Maybe we'll have to stop by over the holidays so I can warm up my toes.

Lisa

Cindy said...

That was kind of you!! Thanks for the warning.

Michael Rawluk said...

And I thought Phil was his nick name.

hillary smith said...

Ohh my I still haven't cooled off. Please don't turn that thing on at Thanksgiving. I won't come inside. Inside skays me. Like sponge bodge skay pants.