"It was a cold wintry day when I brought my children to live in rural West Virginia. The farmhouse was one hundred years old, there was already snow on the ground, and the heat was sparse-—as was the insulation. The floors weren’t even, either. My then-twelve-year-old son walked in the door and said, “You’ve brought us to this slanted little house to die." Keep reading our story....
I’m jealous..looks like a terrific time !!
On August 15, 2009 at 8:25 am
Miss Becky says:
From viewing your photos I know absolutely that you guys are having the time of your lives. It looks like so much fun. I am jellyass but don’t resent your pleasure in the least. I hope yo continue to have a wonderful time. Live it up. Just f’in live it up.
On August 15, 2009 at 1:40 pm