Pray for our furnace!
To kick off our St. Patty’s Day, Hubby and I woke up to a cold condo. The furnace ain’t working. We have hot water and gas but the blowers just blast coldish air. How like the old country!
While we wait for the furnace guy to show up, Hubby is making his heavenly Irish Soda Bread and I’m hanging with the cats.
Much better than drinking in your favorite Irish pub. Er… right?
The Recovering Protestant 