"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....
Interesting tip (if I ever get ducks) beats chasing them I guess.
On September 15, 2009 at 2:10 am
Kathleen in Michigan says:
I thought for just a second that you were going to say “cookies”.
On September 15, 2009 at 3:38 am
On September 15, 2009 at 7:50 am
.Nancy in Iowa says:
And the mud doesn’t hurt!
On September 15, 2009 at 4:09 pm