It is ass-chilling cold here right now.
Seriously. I walk to work, and by the time I arrive, I can't feel my face or my butt. I was going to say it's like having tetanus, but I think the thing with tetanus is not that you can't feel, but that your muscles all lock up.
So maybe it just seems like I have tetanus when I say hello. Except that I can walk, and am not just all clenched-limbed with a grimace frozen on my face. In which case I wouldn't be at work anyway.
Sometimes I make myself tired. Because this is nowhere near my point.
My point is that it is cold, and I like to shower at night. And after taking a deliciously hot shower and then putting on my toasty slippers, I'm all warm and ready for sleep.
Until I mince down the long cold hallway and into bed. By which point my feet are little iceboxes. I don't know how it happens so fast, but it does.
I can't fall asleep with cold feet. Which naturally means I cuddle up to Nick and stick them on his legs.
So last night I got in bed all freezyfreezing and scooted over to his side and curled up so the bottoms of my feet could sit on top of his thighs. He flinched and maybe muttered a little profanity.
What always amazes me is how shocked he is by how cold my feet are. It's like that movie Memento - a new surprise every day.
So I said, "You know, if you really loved me, you'd let me put them under your ball sack. That's the warmest place on your body, you know."
To which he replied, "Well, is your face cold?"