Wednesday, July 07, 2010

wifercize wednesday: hot or cold

As much as we hate our blizzards (unless they result in snow days or military rescue, because those are fun) we Torontonians loathe our heat waves.  It's been the third (fourth?) day in a series of blistering days and I thank God for the air conditioned office I've been able to spend 8 hours of each of those days in.  

Last night, for the second night in a row, Andrew and I slept downstairs (which is at least three latitudinal lines cooler than upstairs) on the pull out couch.  "Slept" is a disputable term since our cat, Oberon, likes to tap dance on mommy and daddy when they sleep downstairs.  

What astounds me is that even when it's in the mid-30s outside, with the humidex making it feel like you're in someone's mouth, my feet are still cold.  Not COLD-cold, but definitely cooler than the rest of my body.

Next to sharing blankets, the temperature discrepancy is one of the top arguments of newlyweds.  Half the time (literally, half: girls, did you know your body temperature is warmer in the last half of your cycle?) Andrew refers to me as his hot water bottle, throwing my limbs away from him, whinging, "It's so HOT." and half the time I have the duvet tucked up to my chin to stay warm.

The one constant is that my feet remain cold.

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