We keep our house cold.
Jeff and I are naturally warm people and really dislike being hot. We believe that you can always put more clothes on but there is only so many clothes that you can take off.
Also, keep our thermostat low, saves money.
But with the house being cold, this means that getting into bed and getting warm is an act of epic proportions.
If you are alone in the bed, you must shiver and shake and move your body to create a warm spot under the covers. But if you are not alone, then the task is a little easier. The two bodies in bed and come together and both people will be nice and warm.
Jeff and I just happened to go to bed at the same time one night.
“Jeff, turn around and face me so that you can cuddle with me. I am freeeeezing!” I said with a chatter in my teeth.
“No.” Jeff said matter-of-factly.
“Why, not?” I asked pouting my lip. “I am really, really cold.”
“If I lay next to you all close then your wiggling will wake up the ‘Sargent’ and he is all nice and sleeping,” Jeff answered.
“But I am so cold. I can lay still, I promise,” I pleaded.
“No sorry,” he said again, “But I’ll tell you what, I will put my butt on you and then maybe you will get lucky and I will fart and that will put a whole lot of hot air next to you.”
“No,” I said in a fit of giggles because whenever anyone talks about farting I instantly begin laughing, “I’ll just get myself warm. I hope you and your ‘Sargent’ have a good night.
With that I pushed him more towards his side of the bed and began my wiggling and bouncing to create some warmth.
Whoever said that romance dies after marriage, may have been onto something.