So, the other night Jake and I were sitting in the living room watching tv. The ceiling fan was on because all the ceiling fans are on...all the time...because it's flipping hot.
Jake is one of the most hot-natured people I have ever known and always has been. I am the opposite. Normally, I sleep with pajama pants and socks on because my husband freezes me out.
Well, this particular night Jake turns off the fan and tells me he's cold and the wind blowing is "burning his eyes."
Are you kidding me? You've never been cold in your life until I'm eight months pregnant? In August? In Alabama????
Get a blanket and some goggles, Jake.
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