He likes it to be cold. I mean really cold. I think that if I agreed to it, Jake would keep the house temperature at about 63 degrees. I know right?! FREEZING! I prefer a cozy 70 degrees. Not too hot or too cold. Juuuust right, like baby bear’s porridge. Or the oatmeal I had for breakfast.
The oatmeal and two cups of coffee that I needed so I would warm up because it’s only 56 DEGREES in this house. We leave the windows open at night to cool the house down with the summer mountain air, but now that fall is rapidly approaching, it might be time to, well, to not. Although I’m sure Jake will have a differing opinion. And we’ll sit down and have an adult conversation about it (which will include me giving my puppy dog eyes and bribes of actually cooking dinner, both of which will have no affect), and he’ll eventually convince me to hang in there for a few more weeks. Because that’s what marriage is about, right? Compromise? Ok, yes, it might also be for the Get Out of Dinner Free card. Because the next time he asks what’s for dinner, I can remind him that WE STILL LEAVE THE WINDOWS OPEN.
Happy Weekend : )
