you win this round, october.

i wasn’t going to turn on the furnace until it either reached 60 degrees (we use Fahrenheit in the Jones’ household, because we love America and The Lord.) or colder in the house or november. whichever came first.
jimmy’s been all, “damn, woman. trying to kill me?”

and i’ve been all, “here’s a blanket; deal till november.”

this morning it was 55 degrees in the house. that’s quite a refreshing temp to wake to. that’s a lie, that’s some chill-in-my-bones cold. we don’t own enough blankets for me to torture mr. fleegan with a, “but november’s only 4 days away. it’ll be like camping!” so i turned on the furnace.

now it smells like burning witches in my house, but, it’s warm. although i’m totally going to turn it off when i leave to go to work.

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