Cold vs. Hot

I'm wearing jammie pants and a long sleeved jammie shirt, and I'm cold. The sad thing is that it is 85 outside. This is normal for me, I am usually the one wrapped up in a blanket in the middle of August in Texas heat.

When I lived under the roof of my parents my Dad would get upset with me because I would wear sweats be covered with a blanket and whine about being cold. I can understand him being upset about me whining but not with the fact I was cold.

My parents are strange...but I love them anyway. They are related to the polar bear. In the dead of winter, in Indiana, they would sleep with a little sheet on and not much else. Did I mention they would have the windows open? I swear, you could hang meat in their bedroom. I remember one time putting a glass of water on the night stand and in the morning it had turned to ice. Really, this is true.

As you can probably guess my parents and I are on opposite sides of the temperature divide. Is one right and the other wrong? This has been the question for as long as I can remember. I am cold and wish they would turn the heat up. Dad says put on clothes, I already have layers on and a blanket. My parents wish it would cool down and stay that way.

As an adult, I now find it fun talk about how cold I am when I'm around my parents, especially my dad. I'm not sure if he has realized this has turned into a game. I will look for opportunities to complain about being cold even if I'm not cold. I try to put on one of Dad's long sleeved shits on just to play my hand. If nothing else, Dad will give me that look. I win.