I’m Having A Heat Wave
I don’t know if this warrants me for having a hot flash but it definitely needs to be documented somewhere in the written word.
I was born in January so you would think that I enjoy cold weather. Nope. You would think the term, hot blooded Italian, would be taken to heart? Wrong again.
So where does that leave me? Being a cold blooded bitch, I guess.
Once the weather falls below 50 degrees, I take out the long johns and I wear them. I, also wear earmuffs, two pairs of socks and a scarf at all times. I wear gloves that the fingers are cut out so it makes it easy to do things.
I hibernate in every sense of the word only going out for necessary things.
Last week I got into bed, snuggling the blankets up to my chin as always and proceeded to sink into a somber state. Five minutes didn’t go by when the heat was turned up and I don’t mean in a good way. I leaned over and asked, “Is it warm in here or is it me?”
He said, “It’s a little warm but with 79lbs of blanket weight on me who isn’t.”
“Well, open the fucking window or something. I’m sweating my ass off.”
“Why don’t I just turn on the air conditioner,” he said sarcastically.
“I don’t give a fuck what you do just make the heat go away. Hurry up!”
When he got back in bed he was in shock, “where are all the blankets?”
The once, pulled up to my chin and arms tucked under, blankets were now resting below my waist.
Maybe I was in heat. And no I didn’t get pictues.