We are now in the 3-6 weeks a year where I wish we had air conditioning. We really don't need it. It really is a short time that it is hot here. There are places all over the world that are hotter... way hotter... with tons of people that have never even heard of air conditioning. I know I shouldn't complain. BUT I AM HOT!!!
Mr. Macchiato and my bedroom is the hottest room in the house. It is on the top floor with a huge window that faces west in which the sun beats every afternoon. Yes, I close the blinds. It doesn't matter. We have an evaporative cooler. It has to be in front of an open window which means it is on Mr. Macchiato's side of the bed. Mr. Macchiato is one of those that doesn't like fan noise, so he always wants to have it on low. And he's one of those that has to be under blankets. No matter how hot it is. Every single night we get into an argument over which speed the cooler should be on and his covers encroaching on my space. I, of course, want it on HIGH. We even go to such lengths as to try to change it when we think the other is asleep because medium speed isn't good enough for either of us.
Well, last night I'd had it. I'm the one that schlepps the 2 gallon bucket back and forth from the bathtub to fill that cooler every day. When he came up to bed I informed him that I was sleeping on his side of the bed. He wasn't liking that. I threatened physical violence, gave him the big don't mess with me stink eye, and I might have growled. I even filled 3 quart sized ziplock bags full of ice and placed them on different parts of my body... I'm not telling you which.. and then moved them around once my skin was numb. I tried to have one on my forehead but it was giving me a headache. I found out if I laid in on my hair that the coolness would travel down my hair to my scalp if it was close enough. So, that is what I did. Mr. Macchiato has decided I am a freak. I don't care. I slept in front of that cooler with it blasting on high all night long. If he so much as moved, I let him know he better not be moving toward the control on that cooler.
Sometimes... a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.