I kid you not: it has been hotter than hell upstairs in our second story since we moved in a week ago. I have terrorized my poor sweet husband with my remarks about how hard it is to sleep. On the first weekend I Constructed 5 fans faster than you can say "ice bath"!
He was sweet enough to suggest we buy an air mattress and sleep on the lower, cooler floor. I love him so much!!
We hopped in the car and raced over to Big Five.
What does he talk about in his loud booming voice in the camping mattress aisle? "Cuddling".
Shhhhh I said: everyone can hear us!!
He said: "But if we want to be intimate we may need to go upstairs."
Even in our regular Queen sauna bed we are not clinging to each other.
Poor guy was so traumatized he picked out a queen high rise plus a twin.
We are sleeping in the cool place tonight.
Happy Wife Sleep, Happy Life...
The staff were pretty discreet in their giggles.