First of all, my husband posed for this. (Not for the timid or for those who have trouble wiping images out of their minds. Definitely not for clients. And definitely not for nuns.)
But that isn’t really the hot that is on my mind these days. When I call Andrew hot, I mean he’s steaming hot. So hot that I can barely sit near him, let alone let him cuddle up close. I’m telling you, he’s burning up.
But he doesn’t have a temperature.
And this has been going on for weeks.
When it’s time for bed, I turn the fan on high. No relief.
I hear about couples not agreeing on the thermostat all the time. But this is ridiculous. I’m thinking of getting my own bed.
Maybe even my own house.
And maybe you want to buy a calendar? If so, email Ken. They’re $20 plus shipping.