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This morning I told Kellie that she’s failing in her primary duty as my muse for this blog. I also speculated as to the cause: insufficient sex. I don’t know if my diagnosis is correct, but even if it's wrong, how much harm could an accidental overdose cause? Kellie refuses to render the requisite medical assistance unless, as judged by her, my behavior improves. She’s unhappy about the resumption of our long running heat battle.
For the past several days, Southern California has been trapped in a frigid cold spell. On some days the temperature doesn’t even reach 60 degrees. Naturally, this return to arctic conditions has led to renewed skirmishes for control of the thermostat. I'm constantly lowering the temperature and shutting bedroom doors to avoid heating unoccupied rooms, while Kellie keeps opening those doors and pushing the thermostat setting up to subtropical.
After nearly forty years of marriage the only thing Mrs. Chatterbox and I have left to fight about is the thermostat. She freezes and turns up the heat instead of putting on a sweater while I'm walking around in my underwear because the house is up to ninety degrees.
ReplyDeleteI'm still contemplating the "whooosssp" - sounds like Mrs Jones after she's eaten Tuscan-bean soup!
ReplyDeleteI am in Southern Illinois and it is 12 degrees this morning. I hate you a little bit right now.
ReplyDeleteThankfully it has finally warmed up again here in Sunny Socal.
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