One week into December and I'm already cold. I can hear the boat whimpering from the barn. I love sun and water, and wonder, WTF am I doing in this frozen tundra called "Kansas".
So, we stuck our necks out and found a house in NewPort Richey Florida.
Jeanette and I look at pictures each night as if it were Shania Twain in a Playboy centerfold. (Ok, maybe that's just me).

As they say in "every which way but loose"
"We Are Broke Mothers"