|Tim (left) with Ted, his twin
It's official, I'm old. The thermostat on my fireplace keeps going off at night and when I get up in the morning it's in the 40s in my house. One morning I got the fireplace going and was doing the dishes and I thought, Wow, my feet are cold. They were still cold three hours later.
My first thought was I could replace the vinyl with cork. I bet that would be warmer. Until now I hadn't thought of getting a new thermostat. What a dope.
So I decided maybe replacing the kitchen floor was too expensive right now and I don't have the time to do it, so I went out and bought slippers. Even with the thick soles and sheepskin my feet are cold.
There is nothing less hip for a guy than wearing slippers, except an old man hat. Now I just need a good place to hide them if someone comes over. Maybe the dryer. No one ever looks in there.