So we've been checking temperatures frequently this week. As the newer, quicker thermometer has been MIA, we're stuck with the one that takes something like eleven minutes to beep.
I was flipping some laundry this morning and there it was - the "good" thermometer at the bottom of the washer looking squeaky clean.
It says that I'm 37.5 degrees Fahrenheit.
Did I mention that John likes to stand on the laundry basket and watch the washing machine agitate?