Our pipes froze the other night. My dad and I spent two days de-frosting them. We’ve got our good ole’ extension cord running upstairs so we can keep an electric heater on the upstairs sink plumbing. We hung a blanket over the opening of the foyer/living room (we should have done this sooner) until we can find the perfect french door set…or until the threat of cold subsides. We’ve also had to use an electric heater in the kitchen, a heat gun to wave in front of the pipes, and the kerosene heater to protect the pipes along the walls. Luckily, it’s going to be a nice weekend because it makes me nervous having all of that going on. I am thanking my stars that we didn’t have a burst. Oh, I still cringe at that thought.