Thursday, December 11, 2008


Tonight, as I was heading to bed, Jack informed me that he would no longer like me to pre-heat his side of the bed (I go to bed a few hours earlier than he does, and I usually turn his lamp on and pre-heat the electric blanket so he has a nice warm bed to get in). It's too hot for him, he said.

"Really? Are you sure?" I asked, shocked that somebody would actually pass up a glorious pre-heated bed.

He said he was sure.

"Okay," I warned, "but you're going to be getting into a cold bed."

"That's okay," he said, as he flashed me a smile. "I'll be getting in it with a hot woman."