In the winter, I go to bed with a t-shirt, sweatshirt, and flannel pajama bottoms on, and he is in boxers. Two winters ago we made it through December without turning on the upstairs furnace. I should say he easily made it, I barely made it. Most nights I would start off with the hood of my sweatshirt up and my exposed nose was like an ice cube sitting on my face.
No need for a chemical peel for this girl. Babboo's shower temp is a cheaper alternative.