Our furnace is broken.
Who wants to hear that in the dead of winter? In Wisconsin? With six-degree nights? Not me!
But nonetheless, one space heater, one heated blanket, twelve hours, and extra layers later, here I sit, binging on Prison Break (better six years late than never, am I right?) waiting for the guy to come and save our frozen fingers and toes.
Hope you’re all staying warmer than I am! Ha. Happy Friday!