Thursday, December 21, 2006

The Cold War.

I know it's December 21st. This does not mean it's cold.

It's about 60 degrees here. Today as I dropped off my little children at the Elementary School, there was a little boy in the drop-off lane wearing shorts. Granted, he had on a sweatshirt and his mother looked like she was possibly smoking crack while driving, but still. It's not cold.

Ask Jason however and you would be lead to believe that we are living in some form of the artic. Polar bears are likely wandering through our yard! This morning I was sitting on the bed having a nice conversation with him while he brushed his teeth and realized I was sweating.

"Good Lord!" said I. "It must be 80 degrees in here!"
"Nu-uh!" he said, possibly a touch defensively. "It's only seventy-five."

Because that's a lot better, I guess.

Every day of our life goes something like this:

  1. Jason comes home from work.
  2. Jason immediately sheds all work clothes other than plain white undershirt, boxer shorts, and socks (which are black. Because he's bringing sexy back.)
  3. After asking what we are having for dinner, to which I will probably reply, "Chicken", Jason says some version of, "Oh my God! It's freezing in here!"
  4. I say some version of, "Actually, no. It's not freezing in here. It's 69 degrees."
  5. Jason makes some comment about my use of the word "sixty-nine". Because we're both really fourteen year old boys and think such things are funny.
  6. Jason turns up the heat.
  7. Jason goes to the bathroom.
  8. I turn down the heat.
  9. Several hours later, Jason realizes he's "cold" again and turns the heat back up.
  10. I say some version of, "Put some clothes on and you won't be so cold."
  11. Lather, rinse, repeat.

I swear, sometimes I think he is a really muscular, hairy woman.


Rachel (Crazy-Is) said...

Here via Amy W. I couldn't help but laugh at that one. My hubby and I are just the opposite. He is always hot and I am always cold. And, like your husband, I will come home from work and put on some lounging pants and usually a tank top and then I want to turn the heat up when I get cold, lol.

Amy W said...

I'm with Rachel, I come home, put on a tank and yoga pants, and complain that it's cold and we need to turn on the fire place even though it only yesterday got below 70 degrees here!

That Chick Over There said...

Hi new people! Yay! :)

Seriously. He's the girl in our relationship. The big hairy tatooed bald girl!

my4kids said...

If it makes you feel any better my husband are like you. He is always cold and turning up the heat and I am always secretly (sorta) turning it down. Seriously he does it in the car also. The kids and I are practicly undressing we are so warm and he is insisting he's freezing.