So, we just got home from the mountains after celebrating Emily's 30th birthday (more on that later) only to find that our house is chilling at 40 degrees....inside!
Our furnace is broken. It's 20 degrees outside, 6 with wind chill. I'm sitting here, bundled up in my down jacket and hat. I can see my breath.
I'm so over this shit, this cold, this piece of shit old house.
I can't wait for spring.
UPDATE: Now a pipe just burst--AGAIN--and we have no water.
No heat and no water. This sucks.