"Brrr," Tubby Hubby (TH) said, edging away from me.
"But I haven't even put my feet on yours yet," I protested.
"I can feel the cold emanating from them even before you lay them on mine," he retorted.
Now that the cold weather's here, I've found a great use for a husband – as a hand-and-foot warmer. Problem is, TH is not too happy with that role.
"Why do women have such cold hands and feet?" he wants to know. His mum used to do the same thing with his dad.
He's done a poll of his colleagues and they all say the same thing – their wives have absolutely freezing tootsies.
Ever since the last frozen-foot incident, I've been banned from warming mine on his. So it's either the cat or...
"Aargh, what happened to your feet?" TH almost fell off the bed the other day. "They look like duck feet."
Aha, I've taken to wearing bed socks in bed. They're warm and toasty but there is one problem: They look exactly like baby booties, which makes my whole Punjabi-outfit bed assemble look really unsexy now.
To save his own feet, TH has allowed me to wear them, with one caveat: "Don't you ever call me Daddy!"
Sunday, January 13, 2008
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