My husband and I purchased an old home in Boston from two elderly sisters. Winter was fast approaching and the years first snow came early and I was concerned about the house's lack of insulation. "If they could live here all those years, so can we!" my husband confidently declared. One November night the temperature plunged to below zero, and we woke up to find interior walls covered with frost. My husband called the sisters to ask how they had kept the house warm. After a rather brief conversation, he hung up. "For the past 30 years," he muttered, "they've gone to Florida for the winter."
Knock Knock - Jilly
Jilly out here, so let me in!
Wife texts husband on a cold winter morning...
'Windows frozen; won't open'
Husband texts back, 'Pour warm water over it and gently tap edges with hammer'
Five minutes later wife texts back, 'Computer really messed up now.'
Q: What do you call a snowman in the summer?
Cold in Boston
I just got off the phone with a friend who lives in Massachusetts. He said that since early this morning the snow has been nearly waist high and is still falling. The temperature is -32 and the north wind is increasing to near gale force. The wind chill is -59. His wife has done nothing but look through the kitchen window and just stare.
He told me that if it gets much worse, he may have to let her in!