wooly

Up until recently, it was about 40 degrees in our apartment in the mornings, as either our heat was only sometimes working, or our half baked maintenance man forgot to turn the boiler on. The jury's still out on that one. Whatever the case, it was cold as hell (well, you know what I mean) and I found myself hunting around for a wool blanket. Then, given the time of year, I found myself asking my mom for one for Christmas. It's not as cold anymore, but it's still on the 'ol wishlist ;)

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