My wife is always cold.
Not from a personality sense mind you, but from a physical sense.
This presents a problem, as I am (especially during the warm summer months) a fat sweaty guy and I like to keep our home cold. Colder than most.
At the moment she is bundled up in a long sleeved shirt and long pajama-like pants, while curled up in bed underneath blankets while watching TV.
This, to me, is laughable because, as previously mentioned, I am a fat sweaty guy who keeps the house cold.
You should see her when it's cold out. Yikes.
We've been living together for just over a year, so at this point having "enjoyed" all of the different seasons together she's used to the climate at which I keep the house temperature.
That doesn't mean she enjoys it. Accepted it? Maybe.
But I did but her a Snuggie for X-mas 2 years ago, so I'm doing my part.
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