When I crawl into bed, if the bed is cold, my body immediately becomes the temperature of the bed. The bed does not become the temperature of my body.
Last night, after lying in bed for five minutes, he let me put my ice blocks I call feet on his warm legs. Aaaaahh, sweet bliss.
"Just think, if we lived in Hawaii, I wouldn't have cold feet every night."
"I'm sure you'd find a way."
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Dear just wait, the day will come when you will relish the cold spots on the sheets with your feet. It may be a decade or two a way but it will come.
Perhaps you should go conduct an experiment?
What a sweetie! My feet still get cold in Miami, but it is because the hubby likes to crank the A/C. I should put my cold feet on him for that!
hahahahha! I agree with Margaret. You really ought to experiment, a trip to Hawaii is in order!
My husband does the same thing for me, BTW. I think a man is whipped if he's allowing you to put your cold feet on his legs to warm up.
THOSE YELLOW FEET! Greater love hath no man.....
However, in Hawaii, they'd be hot and clammy. As you know, I'm no lover of the feet. Possibly one very real reason that my marital status is so vastly different from your own...
Eric, your excuse doesn't fly with me. There are plenty of women out there with NO FEET whom you could've married by now!
And listen, how about if we don't mention my yellow feet again, unless you'd like to see one whole blog entry dedicated to YOUR body parts, including pictures. Are we in agreement??
LOL, here's where your argument is flawed. YOU brought up your feet first! Secondly, most of my body parts that you mock are either identical to one of my brothers or your son! Even SISTERMARYLISA is no match for the Brothers United. Hey I work for sprint. Yellow is one of my favorite colors. :)
I love you!
Eric, way to conveniently sidestep the whole youcouldhavemarriedsomeonewithoutfeetbynow
argument!
And YOU KNOW I'm not afraid of my brothers, united or not! Give me a serious break! You hope I'm sitting here quivering in fear...Sadly you have forgotten my special powers. Have you already forgotten the RASPBERRY PIE?
LOL, I'll take your yellow feet ANY DAY over what I experienced from you and T after 1 slice of raspberry pie! I've never before or since known such horror! Beano, Gas X or Malax have neither power nor dominion over the evil that lurks in the bowels of the sisters H armed with raspberry filling. I really swear, I've never know anything to smell that bad! They say bleach and ammonia can strip the lining from the respritory system and fill your lungs with blood. I felt like the Germans on Indiana Jones when they opened the Arc of the Covenant! NEVER AGAIN!!!
Never again, until of course the next time we decide to stay for an extended visit and we hit Frontier Pies again! And you act like yours smelled like roses?! I distinctly remember you dropping your own rancid bombs!
Frankly, I can't believe I didn't repress that particular memory, as traumatic as it was! I can vividly remember T. waving her blanket toward me like a raving lunatic, and I think I fainted for a few minutes, because I can't remember anything after that!
My personal theory on this incident is that we were being visited by an unholy entity in the form of raspberry pie (much easier to enter the souls of the unsuspecting). This was all to get us to not attend Grandma's funeral the next day. I swear in my life I've never smelt ANYTHING like that before. I could smell them though my pillow! I also remember that T's were THE WORST! She thought she'd sneak one out. Little did she know she was excersising a demon from the bowels of hell!
Eric,
Unholy Entity! ROFLMAO.
Seriously, I think you're on to something. There has never been a worse smell. I'm seriously amazed that we didn't all suffer spontaneous human combustion that night!!! Maybe Grandma's soul stuck around to save us from this unholy fate.
Isn't having a live-in foot warmer grand?
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