I need to vent....

[Spyder]

KYLE THEEE SPINKS FAN Wrote:You have the heater turned up to 77 in Florida? God damn, we ain't got it that high up here in Minnesota and it's 20 degrees outside. Good luck with the battle man, that would be a tough one to win.

You know, I bet she would be more tolerable to a lower temperature if it was 20F outside. That would probably thicken her blood up a bit.

Method Wrote:Man, my lady born/raised in PR. She's is fucking sensitive as a mofo when it comes to temp, and we live in Miami Beach.

It goes like this. The A/C stays off during the day when I'm at work (and she's home or doing whatever it is she does during the day). When I come home, its a tug-of-war between off/on. When it's on, its on 70-71. When it's off, the temp inside creeps up to 76-80, and that's when I get pissed. For me, it's inexcusable that I go out, earning the way I earn, and then come home and have to worry about breaking a sweat doing nothing. It gets really annoying when I'm gettin busy in the kitchen and I'm sweating. Hence the tug of war.

By the time we go to bed, the A/C goes full on, and we turn it down to 66, and the vent blows directly out on to the bed...and I love it. Cant sleep without it. Got a big ass down comforter w big ass pillows and I need A/C to sleep. Can't much sleep out anywhere because of it, save for certain hotels. My parents never understand why I choose to leave their house at 1 AM and drive an hour home when I was planning to spend the night.

Once she is awake in the AM and out of bed, she generally turns the A/C right off, and it stays off for most of the day until the mid/late afternoon, when the game of tug-of-war starts all over.

I pay the electric. She writes the check. I bankroll everything. She still complains about "she pays", but when we get in heated fights, I sometimes remind her that, she may write the check, but she don't pay for shit.

Preach on brother. That shit is the truth right there. I used to sleep in an oversized King bed, with a lofty feather bed on top of my memory foam mattress, 600TC sateen Egyptian Cotton sheets, Big Ass Down/Feather pillows, and a white goose down comforter. It felt like angels were cradling me to sleep every night on a cloud of comfort.

First thing my wife does is gets rid of the bed...she knows the damage that I did in there prior to her...and downsizes it to a queen. Of coarse, all new bedding is needed for it now. But instead of just duplicating the proven formula that I ALREADY created, she decides to try and reinvent the fucking wheel. Mixing and matching random shit to complete "the look" that she's going for. BTW, she also invites my 95lb American Bulldog in the bed with us. So I basically go from being all stretched out, with angels cradling my balls in a cloud of fluff...to feeling like a sardine, scrunched to one side of a small ass bed.

It's horrible.

gravytrain Wrote:i used to think i was until seeing stuff on here. it's kind of funny for me though since i can mess with her about Pacquiao and she'll say something like "uh, it's freezing in here and Pacquiao doesn't need to lie about anything". i just don't like waking up at 3am sweating like i'm trying to make LHW.

I can usually sway my wife's opinion on fighters. She used to dig Margarito, until I told her about the handwraps. Though her disdain for Floyd is all hers, and well placed.

STEVENSKI Wrote:Glad to see I am not alone with the AC controls. My missus likes it set on 26 fucking degrees in winter. I am sitting there in shorts & a tshirt hot as fuck & she is under the air con with a electric couch blanket complaining it is cold.

I bought her a heated blanket last year and thought I found the secret weapon to win the battle, but with the birth of my daughter, she now has the secret weapon...

"I can't believe you're trying to freeze your daughter..."