Wednesday, April 20, 2011

"It's Gettin' Hot in Here...."

EVERY night after my Honey and I got to bed and I turn into one HOT woman. I know what you're thinking.....'That Rich is ONE lucky SOB'. However, I'm HOT but NOT in the "Oh, Baby you are Smokin' HOT" way but more in the "Damn Honey, you've got to get the hell away from me. You are melting my fillings" kind of HOT!

We start out with good intentions. One of us spoons the other for...oh....about 5 minutes. Then we have to peel apart and go to our separate corners. We try to touch arms or a leg before we finally give up and settle for just a foot for a little bit. It never fails - we wake up in the night having to start stripping clothes and drying off from sweating so much. The other night the mattress got so wet that I thought someone had peed the bed!
Now, I will admit that our bedspread may be contributing to some of the heat problems (its cotton underneath a nylon-y material ...we will be getting a thin cotton bedspread very soon) and may be holding is the body heat; but the overruling factor is just my internal body heat issue! And it's not a hormonal menopausal hot flash thing, either (I've been there and been doing that for 20 years now - it's under control at this point).

Rich says I am like a furnace - which is good when we go to bed when it's freezing cold (instant warm up), but then I radiate this inferno of heat that just about makes it impossible to get a good night sleep. I actually had to get out of bed about 2am this morning to guzzle a bottle of water, dry off my arms and wipe the sweat between my boobs! Needless to say I slept restlessly after that for the rest of the morning.

Its the craziest thing! You'd think after 14 years we would be used to the nightly inferno...but we wake up each morning saying, "Oh. My. Gosh...it was so HOT last night".
You can imagine the money we save on heating cost!

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