One of the most difficult things about marriage, I believe, is temperature control.
I am always cold. Or hot. But I'm never just right.
Kyle is always exactly the opposite of whatever I am.
The worst is riding in the car together.
In the winter he insists on blasting the heat on my face so he can warm up his hands.
His hands that got so super freaking cold walking from the Walmart entrance to the car.
Apparently in 30 seconds or less, his hands get so cold the blood practically freezes.
Or so he tells me.
I mean, it's not like he said those exact words, but I know it's what he meant.
(I can read between the lines)
The problem is, I cannot stand to have the heat blowing in my face.
It makes me car sick and crazy and sad.
It is approximately an 8 minute drive from our house to Walmart.
The whole way there and the whole way back is a constant battle for temperature control.
And at night you'll find me sleeping under a pile of blankets while Kyle is sweating to death.