Setting the scene: The biggest battles I ever remember my parents having when I was a kid were over the thermostat. I used to think it was ridiculous to argue over something so dumb. Now I’m married and I get it. The following conversation took place when Matt came home from work one day last week.
He Said: Why is it so hot in here?
She Said: It’s not hot. It’s cold in here.
He Said: It’s so hot you can see steam when you open the door.
She Said: Well now you’re just being ridiculous.
He Said: Am I? Look, the thermostat is set to 72 degrees.
She Said: That’s not hot! It’s 44 degrees outside.
He Said: It should be set on 68.
She Said: Only if you’re an Eskimo. Actually I’d be happier if it was on 74.
He Said: Well now you’re just crazy. What are we? Made of money?
She Said: You’re so dramatic. Just turn it up.
He Said: Well if I turn it up to 74 in the winter then you should be able to live with it at 74 in the summer.
She Said: That’s different.
He Said: How is that different? 74 is 74.
She Said: No. 74 in the winter is just warm enough to not hibernate. 74 in the summer is surface of the sun.
He Said: That makes no sense.
She Said: I don’t have to make sense. I’m a woman.
He Said: I have no argument for that.
She Said: Point, set, match.
He Said: I’m going to change. Into shorts and a tshirt apparently.
She Said: Great. Turn up the thermostat on your way past.
He Said: …..lots of things under his breath