Marriage & Thermostat Wars

You see, I grew up in a house where my mother never turned the heater on. It’s like a morgue in there. She is in her 60’s now and she’s finally softened up enough to turn it on every so often. Dealing with a cold house is normal to me. It just means you suit up—sweats, a hoodie, socks and slippers. If you’re watching TV, then cuddle with a blanket. It’s really not that complicated. Whenever I observe my husband running to put the heater on, he is usually barefoot, in his boxers, or he’s coming in from working out in the garage and he’s as cold as a popsicle. Well, no wonder you are freezing your nuggets off, you silly man!