Actually, that should read "something about cohabitation...". One of the most wonderful features of living with someone is that if one gets sick, nine times out of ten, so will the other. Case in point, Didgeridoo Boy and me. We're both sneezy and headachey. Neither of us can hear very well due to stopped up ears - so the neighbors probably think we're fighting all the time due to our shouting conversations. This joint malady seems to have been spurred by my ransack cleaning the dining room on Saturday - so maybe we're just having dust-spurred allergies. Whatever. We are not happy campers.
Another thing about cohabitation/marriage is dealing with each others' air conditioning preferences. I almost put a foot up Didge's backside last night. He closed one of the vents in the living room, resulting in near tropical conditions (I am hot natured). Of course, he hadn't told me he'd done that, so for several hours I worried that something was wrong with the a/c - visions of open windows, fans, and swearing danced through my head. Once he 'fessed up, saying he knew I wouldn't notice, I informed him I had and pitched a token princess fit. That was wrong of me. Of course, he did neglect to check that the other vent was open. It was not. Another token princess fit. I'm already sick. Hot, too? No, no darling. Princess Badvibes will most certainly surface under those conditions, and she is not nice. She paid quite a little visit at that point. But that was wrong of me, again. I should not have carried on so. But - - never the hell mind that Didge should have done what he never mind should have. Both vents are open now. A piece of folded card stock is Scotch taped over one side of the vent he'd closed off, preventing the issue of chilly Didge. Princess Badvibes is back in her tower.
Now, care to discuss litter box patrol duties? I'll be right back. I need to make sure the locks on the tower doors and windows are secure.
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