Showing posts with label fireplace. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fireplace. Show all posts
Thursday, November 13, 2008
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.
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.
Labels:
Curly Sue,
fireplace,
Gilmore Girl,
Tuesday,
winter
Thursday, January 3, 2008
MINKEY, SOAKING IN THE FIREPLACE HEAT
This is my first attempt at posting pictures. Not very good, but I will learn.
This is Minkey's favorite place in the whole house. While Gordon and Arnold (the dogs) were visiting Minkey did not see the fireplace because he was in Elizabeth's room, sulking. He was not a happy kitty. He LOVES the fireplace. He likes it better than my lap.
"What?"
" I need a nap. Sorry."
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