February 20, 2007
I Am the Lizard King!
I can do anything!
Except regulate my own body temperature. As I may have mentioned before, I'm a lizard.
These past few weeks of single-digits temps here in the midwest have been particularly hard on Husband.
(Heh-heh. She thaid "hard on." Heh-heh heh.)
PW: [snuggling up to Husband in bed] Mmmmmmm, you're nice and warm.
H: Great. [turns over]
PW: You know, you're making it very difficult for me to get cozy.
H: [moves away] You're making me sweat.
PW: You're just making it more difficult for yourself! I will snuggle you right off the edge of the bed, if I have to!
H: How can you be cold? You're wearing pants!
PW: They're thin pants!
H: God, I'm dying over here. I gotta get these socks off. They're wool.
PW: Ooooh, are they still warm? Give them to me!
H: You're already wearing socks!
PW: And your point is...?
Of course, two hours later, I woke up broiling and had to take off all my clothes. My feet were so hot that I went and stood on the bathroom tile for a couple minutes.
See? Lizard.