Chad has always given me grief about being too hot… and not in a “ooo baby you’re so hot” way either. More like a “ooooomg move over, you’re burning up” way. I never noticed it before marriage but apparently I am a walking, talking furnace. I might actually be cold but my skin is burning hot and I just can’t help it which is probably why I despise the summer months here in NC… April through October. My temper rises with the temperature as well which makes me a BLAST to be around – just ask anyone who knows me. I promise I’m a really nice person but I just can’t handle the heat.
Ironically… Chad and I got married on the hottest day in Chapel Hill in 2007. OUTSIDE. Hey, at least we provided fans and free liquor!
One time, when sweating my cookies off in Barcelona, I completely lashed out on my only very-best friend there simply because we couldn’t find the post office. She was right, I was wrong … and I knew it but it was 9878709817347 DEGREES and there was no air conditioning ANYWHERE. Not to mention the bed bugs, flashers and albino gorillas. Pure crazy-town.
Anyways, after my surgery in February when they removed a massive tumor, Chad and I were hopeful that they removed my “source” of power but we were wrong. Way wrong. I’m still hot all the time and like clockwork, we have hit 80* a couple times already so I know we are in for a super hot summer. I am so ready to move to the mountains… or anywhere NORTH of Pennsylvania. I would take snow over scorching heat any day. Thanks for listening.
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