My Husband the Furnace

Fall is officially here. 

I love living in a place where we get to experience all four seasons!

However, there is one thing that I don't look forward to each year - freezing cold temperatures of winter. 

Don't get me wrong. I really like snow, bundling up in cozy sweaters, sipping coffee on the couch with a big blanket…for the first month or so of winter. Maybe into the second month I can still handle it, but that's pushing it. By the time February and March come around, I'm dying to get back into sundresses, shorts, and sandals. 

I'm a naturally cold person. Husband could tell any of you the frequency with which I will bring an extra layer with me almost everywhere I go just in case I get cold, even in the dead of summer. At any given point in the winter time you will find my hands, feet, and nose resembling the temperature of an ice cube. 

However, for the past 3.5 years I've become accustomed to my own private furnace, aka Husband. The man's metabolism is so lightening fast that I swear his basal body temperature just naturally hovers around 100 degrees Fahrenheit without any ill effects. Whenever I've found myself uncomfortably chilly, all I've had to do was get in close proximity and snuggle up to dear Husband and I'd be all warmed up. In fact, I'd wear shorts to bed because that furnace of a man was essentially a heated electric blanket. 

So what am I going to do this winter without him? 

Not to be too dramatic, but I might die of hypothermia.

I mean, look at me:

I am pathetic.

It's not even close to being winter yet, but here I am bundled up in the apartment.

To be noted, the thermostat says it's 67 degrees Fahrenheit. That's pretty chilly for inside, right? 

Does that warrant a tank top, a crew neck sweatshirt, a long hooded sweatshirt, a thick scarf, leggings, a pair of wool ski socks, another shorter pair of socks, and my trusty tent slippers? Probably not. 

I'm still cold.
Aaaaand I'm a wimp.

Let's hope I can survive this winter without my radiator / furnace Husband.