My husband the polar bear

I think G needs to live in the Arctic, because then he might experience the cold. When I woke up this morning, the apartment was an unpleasant 65 degrees, which made me not want to get out of our warm, cozy bed. G thought the temperature was wonderful, not cold at all. I am not exactly a morning person, so I got mad, shut the windows he left open, and turned the heater on for twenty minutes to try and warm the place up while I showered. He began complaining that I was going to rack up the PG&E bill, so I told him to go bitch to his dad about it (his dad works for PG&E). I also told him that PG&E recommends keeping the thermostat set at 68 degrees in the winter, which ticked him off a bit. I did not discuss the fact that he likes to leave lights on, which does not help the price on our bill, but I did not want to piss him off.

I ended up apologizing to him for being a bit of a bitch, and I told him that I have to remember to close the windows at night to avoid waking up cold, even though he would rather leave the windows open. I also told him that I cannot tolerate the cold like I can heat, so I will probably be using the heater more than the four times I used the air conditioner this summer. Sometimes I wonder if he has a hyperthyroid problem instead of myself. I just hope that we do not argue much more about the temperature of the apartment, or it will be a long winter.