One of the constants in my marriage; one of the things that never wavers no matter how many times we move or how many babies are born is this: Mister is always hot and I am always cold. It has been thus as long as we have known each other.
On Friday night Mister and I went to hear India sing in her school choir performance*. The show ended at 7:30 and we walked outdoors where it was a “pleasant” 72º. Only I was so freezing that I ran all the way to the car. Mister guffawed at me. And then began the same conversation we have had approximately three thousand times:
Repeat this conversation three or four times until I finally scream. “I’m sorry! I’m just cold! I can’t help it! Leave me alone!”
After we dropped India off at home, we went out to the movies. But first I changed into my heaviest wool sweater. Which felt wonderful. Because I don’t care what people say, 72 is cold! (Especially after a brutal summer of 67 days of 100º+ temps.)
You don’t even want to know what happened when we got into bed that night. It had something to do with a fan turned on high vs. socks, long pajamas and a down comforter
* A performance where she had to wear a “regulation” $85 dress. A plain black satin dress for $85! This is public school! How can they get away with that sort of thing? Plus, haven’t they ever heard of ebay? No doubt you could get the same thing for under $25.