No, not thaaaaat.
He felt my leg thrown over him all cozy-like. Seems that when we went out of town for the weekend it was summer, but we came back to fall.
We are now in the week or weeks-long window in which it's actually colder inside the house than out and the furnace hasn't kicked in yet. Soooo, Tom gets a snuggle, which is a treat.
Because normally, I do not want any part of it.
Our queen size bed is not big enough for both of us, and if I think he's ooching over to my side, I'm not above (or below) giving a little kick to regain my territory. I have night sweats, my husband is more than a little bit hairy, and have I mentioned that I...
loathe
being
HOT?
I know, being married to me must be a real walk in the park.
But for now, until the house warms up, I'm all about the snuggle.
Who knows? Maybe I won't get out the down comforter this year.
