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| What overheated does! |
In my home you belong to one of two camps, the heated or the
unheated. Me, I’m of the heated persuasion, while TLW (The Little Woman) is of
the unheated kind.
This means that there is potential for marital conflict on
the smallest scale possible, use the AC or don’t use the AC. Sleep with a quilt
or don’t sleep with a quilt, use the fan or not.
So once the temperature reaches 62 degrees Fahrenheit, I
start to overheat like a Latin lover, while TLW still has a red nose from 61
degrees. As I open my shirt she is putting on a blanket, which makes me even
warmer, to the point that I think I will suffocate. As the night wears on, I
wear off, taking socks and shirt off and still I’m dying while she is putting
on more layers of suffocation.
The other night I was into opening up my shirt while
watching the TV, when TLW enters the room, shuts the fan off and closes the
sliding door to the patio, a source of fresh air. She then decides to sit in
her chair and grab a blanket, while I am now starting to panic, but settle down
enough to wipe my brow of the running brook that emanates from my forehead.
After a while she decides to go to bed and hands me the remote, which I take as
she saunters upstairs, and as she passes, I try to see what good the remote
really is to me, so I aim it at her to she if she will shut off while I cool
down. Well to my great chagrin, instead of hitting the TV button, I hit the
cable button, where she turned into a full hour of more blankets!
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