I was born hot.
Not in the Pamela Sue Anderson sense of the word, mind you. Hot, as in, I have to dress in layers so I can peel at a moment's notice. Hot, as in, I could keep my windows open at night in the dead of winter. Hot, as in . . . well, you get the idea.
My husband was born cold. He gets the sniffles if the temperature drops below 80. He can wear a wool suit in July (100 degree weather). I've seen him do it--he reenacted a soldier from the war of 1812 and had to wear that suit. I needed a fan just to watch him.
I could save us big bucks on heating bills, but unfortunately, his doctor bills and cold medicine would cancel that out.
There seem to be a lot of people out there who live together (couples, moms/kids, etc.) who are very different when it comes to body temperatures. So how do we find common ground?
The solution at our house is fans. Small fans. Hubby bought me one or my work station, where I sit at night to watch TV, and by my bed. I also have one that travels with me. As long as there is cold wind blowing on my face, I'm good.
We also have a basket of blankets in our family room. He can dig one of those out and cocoon himself to his heart's content. We're both happy.
Are you living with an opposite? Are you cold and they're, well, not? How do you handle it?
Labels: blankets, body temperatures, fans