Monday, January 12, 2015

Trashy Shorts: It's not about You

I love it when my husband takes my comments about the weather as personal attacks on his character.

Last week, for example, we had just put the kids to bed and were settling in on the couch for one of our favorite activities: watching Snapped.

"Brr," I said, shivering.  "It's cold!"

"Oh, yeah?" he snapped, looking at me.  "Step outside.  It's about 68 degrees colder."

"Um, I was just making an observat--"

"Call me a tightwad all you want.  We're not turning up the heat."

"I didn't say we should--"

"Everybody knows it's cold, Shay," he said, cutting me off again. "Put some damned clothes on.  You're parading around here in..."  Here, he trailed off as we both looked down at my outfit.

" pants and a sweatshirt...with a long-sleeved shirt underneath," I finished for him.

For a second, my husband was at a loss.  I could see the edges of his mouth twitching as if he wanted to smile, but they didn't call him Oscar the Grouch as a child for nothing.  Grumpiness won, and he looked back toward the TV as he muttered, "Put an extra pair of socks on.  You got all those fuzzy ones for Christmas.

It's all about layers, Shay."


  1. Hahaha it's all about layers indeed! I bundle up like an eskimo in the evenings but for whatever reason while I sleep my body temperature goes up so I'm very warm in the morning, as my elderly 41-yr old husband wraps himself like a burrito in a blanket to watch the news.

    1. Wraps himself like a burrito! What an effective--and cute--line!