C-c-c-cold
So I finally made it into bed, where The Beau is snoring peacefully, and my feet are so cold
Like really, really, really cold.
And right beside me is The Beau heating up his side of the bed like a furnace.
And if I were to move my frozen toes only a few centimetres to the right, I could stick them under his toasty legs and get them warm in like five minutes. I could move my toes again!
... except the last time I did that, he sat up instantly and yelled, "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?"
So no.
But still.
It's sooooo tempting. :D
Like really, really, really cold.
And right beside me is The Beau heating up his side of the bed like a furnace.
And if I were to move my frozen toes only a few centimetres to the right, I could stick them under his toasty legs and get them warm in like five minutes. I could move my toes again!
... except the last time I did that, he sat up instantly and yelled, "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?"
So no.
But still.
It's sooooo tempting. :D