Our house is cold. We like it that way. With our various ailments (thyroid issues, menopause, etc.,) the husband and I are always warm. The oldies are always cold. That's how the father-in-law earned the nickname, the Unabomber. Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall, he has that hooded sweatshirt tied around his head.
Yesterday, there was a little nip in the air. We had some friends over and one of the young ones asked me turn on the heat. I did, but I only left it on for 15 minutes or so.
Big Daddy came home and said, "Did you turn on the heat? Turn it off."
I cut 3-plus inches off my hair and he didn't notice. He had been in the house for about 30 seconds and the heat got his attention.
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