"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....
ruby55 says:
Smart cat!
On August 14, 2005 at 3:57 am
Sonja says:
She has good taste. 🙂
On August 15, 2005 at 9:54 am