Or trying anyway.  

It's the first of November...  It's 40 degrees outside....  

Time to fire up the wood cookstove...   (Looks kind of like the one below except it's white and has a water reservoir on the right hand side) 

erm...  

Except...   

My wonderful husband neglected to tell me that he hadn't cleaned the chimney before he left for East Bumfukistan...   (Although, it may well be West Bumfukistan he's in at the moment)  

So...  when I fired up the stove...   

The build up of STUFF on the inside of the chimney started on fire... 

AND (to make matters worse) 

I didn't notice until one of the kids came hauling ass into house from the barn with the news that there were FLAMES coming out of the chimney!   

Thank God the damage was minor, although we did have to evacuate the house for a bit so the fire department could make sure that the fire was out.   

It's November...   

Hubby is in East (or possibly West) Bumfukistan...  

I set the house on fire...  

We're gonna NEED a new roof... 

Did I mention that it is NOVEMBER?   

Did I mention that when I got out of bed this morning it was SNOWING?  

Who wants to be the brave soul to call Zac and tell him I tried to burn the house down?  

That's what I thought...  

He's gonna kill me...   

HF... Remember to tell the kids I want "BREATHE DAMMIT" put on my tombstone...