So it's really getting cold outside at night and we decided to get the furnace going, it decided it was time to stop working. Perfect. Poor Wesley went to bed Monday night dressed as a little eskimo baby. He had a onesie, socks, light footed sleeper and fleece footed jammies. Poor kid looked like Ralphies brother off of A Christmas Story all dressed up in his snowsuit. It got down to 64 degrees in the house, 33 degrees outside. It could have been worse I suppose. My wonderful husband got it working this evening so no more cold nights. He's good to have around!
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