Sure, give me a down filled robe
Dear Hubby was leafing through a catalogue tonight and managed to come across a few items he knew to be completely unsuitable for me right now. Things like Doctor Dentons made of fleece, down filled robes, or wraps made like electric blankets…the perfect gifts for a woman whose inner child plays with matches. Yeah, right. This man had the nerve to giggle as he showed them to me, certainly not a safe thing to do.
I told him, “Go ahead, and laugh mister. You have to sleep sometime. Keep in mind that I write murder mysteries. I also do all the cooking around here. Mwahaha!”
In this house, my hot flashes are legendary. Dear Hubby swears that if he could hook me to the furnace in some way we’d save a fortune on fuel bills. (Gee, thanks.)
Another thing, he’s always cold and cranks up the thermostat and I turn it down. “Are you trying to roast me alive?”
I’m telling you it’s not Global warming that’s screwing up our climate, it’s all us baby boomers hitting menopause.
Posted on December 10, 2008, in Holidays, My blog and tagged Author, Beads, Bones, books, Bull Terriers, Care giving, Caregiver, Coffee, comedy, Crafts, Dead, Disability, Dog humor, Doggoned, Dogs, Family, Fiction, Home, Humor, Life, Love, Multiple Sclerosis, Murder, Mysteries, Mystery, Pet humor, Writer, Writing. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.
Doggonedmysteries 
Ahhhh, memories of the very best winter I ever had. Picture this, tiny square WWII surplus house, one floor furnace which filled part of the hall for the only heat source. Five critters in the narrow hall trying to huddle around it, one two legged, the rest four legged, and ME, lounging happily on the couch, reading in perfect comfort, in the front room
Menopause provided me with my most comfortable winter!
Who can complain when everyone around them is freezing and they’re comfortable? I’d be happy if my inner child only played with matches for one year it’s been longer than that but we come to terms with each other. As for DH I tell him to dress warmer.