...because if you do Greg will eat them. He likes raw chicken. Raw chicken flavored Munchos ground up inside of a huge slice of quiche.
So here we are in good ol' 4200. Andy was generally fine most of the day, running in the 99.x range. Around 5:00 or 6:00, something like that, we noticed he was a bit warm. 102.0 to be exact. That put us here. And he's pissed.
24 hours, I'm sure. You know the routine by now.
My dad came over today to look at the furnace. Pretty scary when the expert is stumped! That's like taking your car to a mechanic and he says he's not sure what else to do. Not good. Fortunately he thinks he figured it out. No, he's sure he figured it out. We should have a nice and toasty house again tomorrow.
Pica.
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