This happens the first week it gets cold every year … November 8, 2007
Posted by charmingbutsingle in Men, My family is sure I will never marry, NaBloPoMo, Random Musings on Life, Single Girl Cliches.trackback
Yet again, I learned the hard way this week that a fleece blanket added between me and my comforter, though very warm and soft, is no match for the embrace of a man.
But at least I don’t have to share the fleece like you married and/or committed suckers.
Score one for the spinsters.
But they’ve got those full length ’snuggle’ pillows now too. And there’s always the dogs & cats to keep you warm. Failing this you too could be frozen out by repeatedly coming up against your spouses’ ice wrapped tendinitis afflicted arm. A rare treat in a standard double. And yes, dry ice can keep fairly cold for a very long time indeed. Well into the morning as a matter of fact FYI. Cheers & Good Luck, ‘VJ’
Vj has a point– hubby’s feet are ICY cold (then again, on some nights, so are mine…). And not only do I have to fight him for the covers, but also the cat who always manages to curl up on the bed in such a way that I’ll end up struggling to cover myself up with the end of the comforter.
I have two words for you: down duvet! Ah, and you thought I was going to say “hot guy”? ; )
Two blankets and two dogs don’t replace it either.
Please tell me you’re joking with that ’spinster’ comment… spinster age has officially been pushed back to 52, just for the record.
“…married and/or committed suckers.”
Awesome. This post made my day.
Now that I’ve added the requisite blankets to keep me warm on frigid New England nights, I’ve been thinking the same thing lately.
However, having had the icy cold feet placed against my legs repeatedly in the past, I wonder which I miss less. And some days, the icy cold feet are it…
Am I horrible if I would trade the fleece, the comforter and all my blankets for one boy?
*hides*
Some nights are harder than others.
This one made me smile. The fleece is nice, the electric blanket, the down comforter are all nice… and it is nice not to share, but I agree with narami above - I’d trade it all for a good guy.
Ha! I love that. Not having to share a blanket is definitely a “plus” to the single life.
Charming et al.,
YOU DON’T HAVE TO TRADE!! This problem of having to share the blankets with the significant other? Can be eradicated with the procurement of an additional comforter for the bed. That’s right: you have your blanket, he has his. That way, *you* will never have to fight for the blankets ever again, and *I* can roll myself up in my blankets the way I like it: like a giant burrito. Not especially romantic, but then neither is having cold feet every night.
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