The annual battle of the thermostat has begun in our normally happy home.
You see, Captain Cavedweller runs a little on the warm side (like ten degrees higher than normal people - that's right, I said normal people!).
In the winter, as I sit bundled up with multiple layers of sweaters and heavy socks and fuzzy slippers, he parades around the house in gym shorts and a muscle shirt. Unless the temperature is below freezing, he won't even bother with a coat when he's outside.
When the heat of the summer descends on us, things really heat up around our house. The battle of wills and control of the thermostat begins.
While I'm tucked away in my office, frantically working on whatever project is taking all my attention at any giving moment, he's doing his best to turn me into a human popsicle.
When my teeth start to chatter, I sneak over to the thermostat and boost it back up to a setting 90 percent of the population would find pleasantly cool.
I'll settle back into my office chair and barely return to work before a cold blast of air blows over me from the vent by my desk.
It makes me think of that fun scene from Father of the Bride II.
Steve Martin is caring for his pregnant daughter and wife and they want the house cold. Really cold. Freezing cold.
Rather like the inside of my not-so-cozy home.
I think I'm losing the battle to regulate the thermostat.
How can I tell a man who has spent the last ten hours outside, most of the afternoon in 103 degree temperatures, that I'm a bit chilly and he needs to deal with it?
If anyone drops by for a visit this summer, don't be surprised if I answer the door wearing a winter coat and warm gloves. I might even have some hot chocolate to share with you.
Have you ever had a thermostat war? Do you run hot or cold?
He’ll do anything to keep his saloon open…
A childhood traumatized by the effects of alcohol in her home left Millie Matlock convinced she doesn’t need a man in her life. No longer able to stand by and watch drunken men terrorize the women in town, Millie forms a local committee of the Women’s Christian Temperance Union. Little did she know the one man who could turn her head owns one of the most successful saloons in Pendleton.
Desperate to keep the WCTU from closing his saloon and the others in town, Gideon McBride agrees to a crazy plan hatched by the saloon owners. His objective is to woo the leader of the local temperance union, keeping her so distracted the committee disbands. However, he didn’t count on the beautiful, effervescent Millie working her way into his cynical heart.
When this hopeless romantic isn’t writing or indulging in rich, decadent chocolate, Shanna hangs out with her husband, lovingly known as Captain Cavedweller.
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