Happy Wife slept in a tent in the cool grass of the backyard last night. With Harry. No, I didn’t kick her out of the house, because no, we didn’t have a fight.
“I’m hot,” she said.
“Well, of course, dear, you know I think you’re smokin’.”
“No, not that hot. I mean it’s too hot in the house to sleep.”
Sure enough it was pretty stuffy in our bedroom (upstairs), must’ve been 80? Downstairs was cooler but evidently not cool enough.
Summer is a harsh mistress for the snow bunny.