I'm so excited about this cold front...I really hope it decides to stick around for a few months. In all the excitement, I decided that it is safe to open my window at night again! Hooray for natural cooling!
Darren insisted it was a silly idea. It is too cold for that.
Too cold? Nonsense. Nothing is too cold for a sweaty, pregnant Emily--especially at night.
Boy, was I wrong.
Problem is, I can't close the window myself. It is too tough. So as soon as I knew Darren's final alarm had gone off this morning I shoved my hands under his back commenting on how so very warm he is (he generates heat like a space heater, but since we have a bigger bed now his heat does me no good unless I am touching him, which makes it hard for us to sleep. Hence, the need for a gigantic bed in which we have our own space to dwell).
He simply rolls his head towards me and says in a sleepy voice, "D'you learn your lesson?".
Yes, jerk*. I did. Now please close the window. And good morning to you too.
I'm certain it become ten degrees less cold in the room within a half hour.
Lesson learned? Darren is right when it comes to the outside temperature and window relationship. Heed his snarky remarks regarding such, and I will never freeze my buns off again.
*I insult him with nothing but the deepest love and affection from the bottom of my heart =) ...for the record, he closed my window right away. What a hunk.
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