Sunday, August 12, 2007

Soooo...cold.

My marriage is one of opposites. Alex is conservative; I am liberal. Alex is a jackass; I am super nice. Alex is always hot; I am always cold.

Alex knows how to program the thermostat, something I don't know how to do, so consequently, he has programmed it so that the average temperature in the house is somewhere in the vicinity of absolute zero. I keep pushing the up-arrow button until the display says 83, but before I know it, I'm wearing a sweatshirt and shivering under a blanket. And now that we have our new, super efficient air conditioner, the problem has gotten even worse.

This evening I'm working at the computer wearing long pants, a t-shirt, and a hoodie sweatshirt. I have a blanket over the lower half of my body. I turned around to give Alex a pointed look as I pulled my sweatshirt hood onto my head and made sure it was zipped all the way up.

"What are you aiming for?" he asked. "Best actress in a situational comedy-slash-drama?"

There is a tense pause as I continue to stare at him before he swallows and continues:

"Slash-murder mystery."

4 comments:

  1. While I don't recommend it as a means to get control of the thermostat, there is something to be said for divorce!
    I have the kids, the thermostat, and a boyfriend who is only here some of the time. Hmmmm. Maybe I have a new perspective!

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  2. Okay, I probably won't kill him. Or divorce him. I guess maybe I should learn how to use the thermostat? :)

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  3. I'd also like to officially apologize for calling Alex a jackass. I think we both know who the jackass in the relationship is.

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  4. Yes, Alex is so not a jackass, but super nice also. Y.M.

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