It's July 1. And I'm freaking freezing to death.
It's one of the side effects of Jen's pregnancy. She's hot, and constantly bumping the air down. Not because she's big, but because of the melange of hormones coursing through her body.
In the car, she cranks the air to the coldest setting and puts it on the second-most powerful setting. Normally, when we're in the car, I know to turn the air down after a few minutes because Jen gets cold. It's one of those little things that becomes a habit after 10 years of being with the same person. But now, when I do it out of habit, Jen immediately reaches back over and cranks it back up.
Now that we've got the new 3 1/2 ton air conditioner, we can crank that bad boy down to refrigerator-like levels of cold. Jen just went to bed and asked me to bump the air down. The thermostat read 75 when I walked up to it. So I had to lower it to 73 to get it to kick on.
So here in a few minutes, I'll crawl into bed and pull the comforter up to my neck. It's getting to the point that I've considered pulling my fleece pants and slippers out of the closet.
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75 degrees is cold?!? I'd be getting some major taint sweat just sitting in the recliner at that temp. I've got our house set at 68 currently. Just remember, you can always put more clothes on, but you can only take so much off ...
Exactly. I live with a Puertoricaña that thinks it should be near 80 and humid in the house. Um, no....
75 at 11 p.m. usually is very cool in our house. We don't have the second-level issues that you do, Craig.
80 degrees would suck ass, Nash. Please make sure it's cooler than that when I come over Sat night, or it will make me puke.
It is an odd thing, the fact that I want cool air blowing on me when I don't have a belly yet. But if I get hot, I get queasy.
No sweat, doll. If I'm in the house, it's no hotter than 75 and there are always fans on. That's one thing we have in every room. Fans rock. CZ
Craig, what you and Nash are forgetting is that up until recently we had a 35-year-old AC unit. It struggled to keep the inside temperature at 77 degrees in the heat of the summer.
So I'm just not used to walking around on cold hardwood floors due to that.
That, and I was molded into a "cold house" person. Growing up, my room was a window-less basement "cave" in a house that never was allowed to hit 70 degrees. My mom still keeps her house cold by most other people's standards, and Katie hates staying in the basement because she absolutely freezes while I am quite comfy. Odd how it seems most couples are a mix of hot-natured/cold-natured people who can never agree on the proper temp.
Craig, I'm with you. Our house hits 70 and I am melting and starting panic mode. I wasn't this way before kids, but since there arrival, the colder the better. I too grew up in a cold house that was usually kept at 67 or so. Nice.
I'm with Craig, too. When the hell did 75 become cold? Maybe it's not just Jen's hormones and the new a/c unit. Maybe it's because of your advancing age. It's going to happen to all of us. Just own it, grab a blanket, curl up with your cat and watch Matlock reruns together.
hahahahahahahahhahahahahahaaaa
I think Scott prefers Golden Girls, Murder She Wrote and Quincy.
AHHH!! now it makes sense!!! the last time we played nertz at the colley's, jen drove and angie was in the front seat...where was karen? FREAZING HER BUTT OFF in the back seat!!! the whole way there AND back, i kept thinking, "why is the air blasting so hard and soooo freakin' cold??!?!??!!!
hahahaha!!
and yes, i like my house toasty...it's in my blood :-)
Just trust me, kids. It will NOT be 'toasty' Saturday night. We'll be enjoying the AC and fans for meat euphoria. CZ
This made me laugh.
Both my sisters, when they were pregnant, their houses were like meat lockers.
It was see your breath cold.
And even was cold outside, neither one of them ran the heat.
It was crazy. It was a layer of ice forming on the toilet bowl water, but it was cold.
And in party news, hope you bitches like some Yuengling.
Picking up the keg in the morning.
Celebrating my country's freedoms by bootlegging beer.
Yippee
Rock on, Peppas, Rock on!!
peppas, you made my dad!!!!!!!!!
Shouldn't he be making DAYS instead of making DADS?
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