Kent HATES to be cold. We have a heated mattress pad on our bed and thank God it has different controls for each side. While I like to maintain a moderately normal temperature on my side of the bed, when he sleeps he likes it to feel like anywhere between a blazing inferno and the white hot intensity of a thousand suns. Give or take a few degrees. Last night I crawled into bed shortly after he did after coming in from the cold. He wasn't having any of it.
Kent: Ahhh! (jerks away from me)
Me: What is wrong with you?
Kent: Keep your feet off of me!
Me: My feet didn't even touch you!
Kent: Yes they did! They felt like death cubes!
Me: What are death cubes?
Kent: They're like ice cubes...only worse.
Not sure why the spacing was all messed up the first time. No matter. Still hilarious.
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