Whatever happened to houses keeping the cold out???

Our house is so cold.

The windows are so drafty. I am a relatively warm person, more so then others, but htis is ridiculous!!! Even the boys', whose body temperatures for some reason are realtively higher than the girls', are cold. We have already plastified the windows with none other than plastic and tape, but htere is a wicked draft. Or is it spelled draught? Either way...it's FREEZING!!! And our neighbours are messed up. Here's how it goes.

We heard loud country music coming from around our house. Thats cool whatevs. Then it went silent. Even better! But then came the yelling. I was sleeping, my bed is upstairs on their side of the house, and all I hear is this man shouting "Do you want me to kill myself?? Is that what you want?!" We'll call him Evan. Then you hear the shushing from wha sounded like a female. Then eerie silence. Phew its over, right? Wrong! The you hear a woman in hysterics screaming "Let go of me!" over and over again. We'll call her Sandra. Then other voices shushing her, and trying to calm her and her capturer down. The eerie silence. But wait, Evan comes back and yells "Donna (this might be the woman I named Sandra, I don't know.) Donna, if you love me you'll come back. Donna!" Then a car door slammed and Evan grunted indisgust and stormed off. Presumedly down some stairs. I think he might have been the one holding onto Sandra. Oh the life in quiet little Summerside.

At work today, we served 68 people. I guess the masses of S'side enjoy pancakes,bacona nd sausage (hooray! 6 packs less of bacon!) Stanley and I had good conversations over tea and coffee. I met a man nicknamed Boots. He'ss very nice, comes in everyday. And Earl was recounting his life story, again. He just wants people to listen. That's all. And then Edith commented on my homemafe charm bracelet. The people that come in are so nice. I had a couple come in for the first time. The highlight at work. He's how it goes.

They came in and in my best waitress voice I asked if they would like naything to drink. They said juice and I proceeded to order them 2 meals. When they got them they thanked me and went to eat. But before going, the wife said something to this effect.

"This place is so nice. It's not demeningly in the least. Thank you." Bam. Those few words meant the day to me. I hope they come back tomorrow.

I'm about to sign off, this whole cold house makes it inpossible to type for extended periods of time. But before I do, I have spectavular news. Ready?? Cause'I'm about to drag it out. Make you wait. Cause I'm mean. Okay here it is for real............I have an interview with the Tim Hortons Camp in Tatamagouche Nova Scotia. I ended sending in my application. They were first ones to respond. I have a phone interview sometime this week or the beginning of the next. I'll tell you all about it.