By Scott S
She wore scarves in August and claimed the fridge was “drafty.” He lived in shorts, fanned himself with junk mail, and sweated through Thanksgiving. Their thermostat battles were legendary, fraught with sabotage, secret programming, decoy remotes.
Then one day, their bodies betrayed them. She began fanning herself with cereal boxes. He googled “electric blankets.”
By retirement, she slept with ice packs; he layered like an onion. The thermostat remained fixed at seventy-one degrees, a fragile treaty.
Guests brought overcoats and swimsuits, unsure what to expect.
Love endures many incompatibilities. Their love survived hot flashes, cold snaps, and each other’s thermostatic shenanigans.
Relatable and well written. Cute story, I enjoyed it.
Thank you Kerri
You keep writing and I’ll keep reading!!
Congratulations!!
Thank you Fran
Well done, Scott. Enjoyed every syllable and each character.
Thank you Ron
Only too real!
Loved your switch.
Thanks for the chuckle, after a night being too hot ?
This is really good! Such an everyday topic written with humor and beautifully crafted word use!
Love this! My husband and I battle the thermostat as well. Very relatable!