F-f-f-fr-r-reeeeeeeeee-ee-eeezing-g.

It's so cold in my house. Sixty-five degrees, it says, but I don't believe it's that warm. I have long pants, socks, a jacket and sweater on. Plus I have a huge blanket wrapped around me twice. My mom is refusing to turn the furnace on while Dad's gone. I asked her if she was planning on never turning the heat on all Winter. "Of course not! We're just only going to let it get up to, maybe, sixty." My teeth are chattering. I can't sleep at night because it's so cold. It's sooo not funny. Why I am telling you this? Because I'm in misery and trying to keep the blood flow circulating through my fingertips.

So then, I'll tell you why my Dad is gone over the weekend. My grandma's chest cavity filled up withliquid but she's ok now. She just had heart surgery.
But the thing is, he took Chase with him. So it's quieter. And less violent. I haven't even injured myself since he left...yet.
So unless I'm frozen solid I'm sure I'll remember the funny things that have happened all week.