Which reminds me...

... of being in college. We were renting the bottom floor of a three story farm house. Which the water and heat was propane, in Maine! We were so broke, already had 6 or 700 dollars on credit with the gas company and were out again. Our stove was electric, so we huddled (three of us and a cat) around the front of the open oven door, draped in comforters and drinking coffee. I was still cold. My cat curled up on the door of the stove! No, I didn't get a picture.