Sunday Rerun

My daughters are making S'mores in the woodstove. This time last year we were "indoor camping" due the historic icestorm that hit parts of  New England. We were lucky and only lost power for 4 days.

This poem was originally posted October 18, 2008

I read this to my husband and he felt picked on. I thought it was funny, I guess it is all about perspective......
And since we are having snow, several inches in fact, this seemed an appropriate poem to rerun.

Heat

This is just another beef,
Husband doesn't believe in heat.

Electric we have, it costs a lot,
Pioneer woman I am not.

Wood is delivered cut and split,
To the yard and dumped that's it.

Stack it we must, and what a hassle,
You would think we were building a f*cking castle.

You can stack I complain,
I won't be party to the pain.

Bring some in the house I sob,
I will not haul it's not my job.

Turn on the thermostat I say,
Not like we can't afford to pay.

So again this winter I freeze I fear,
Unless I keep the wood stove near.

I won't be sleeping in my room above,
Too far from the warmth I so love.

Please dear spring come back fast
Or through another winter I might not last