Seven.

The number of blankets on our bed last night. For our one-month anniversary, we ventured out from our cold apartment to El Mariachi for a much needed Mexican dinner. (I hadn't had Mexican since before we got married so it was long overdue!) It was a good choice because, since they're Mexican, they had the heat up pretty high. When we got back we were supposed to decorate our Christmas tree, but we were too cold because our heat isn't doing its job. We've had it set on 70 for the past week and all it's been able to do the past few days is 65 at its peak. This morning when we woke up it was only 60! SIX-TY. Brrr!! When I walked into the office this morning I found Whit bundled up in shoes, his ski jacket, a hat, gloves, and a face mask. I was very confused since I had just woken up. So anyways last night, now you will understand why we couldn't resist snuggling in our bed with seven blankets on top of us, between us, and wrapped around us. Hope you're finding ways to stay warm too!