It's 8 p.m. And it's cold.
Not as cold as it will be as the year winds down--I know that. But I don't like it cold.
My wife and I fight over the thermostat.
She wants it at 65 and I want it near 70.
We were watching TV a while ago and I have on a shirt, a sweatshirt and my Kansas City Chiefs jacket with the hood up.
She said, "are you cold?" Which seemed like a silly question to me.
So, she's going to hook up a little heater on my side of the bed tonight.
I'd rather turn up the thermostat....
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