Ed hates me. It’s the only reason I can think of as to why he is purposefully trying to freeze me to death. I’ve asked him numerous times now to close the bedroom window because it’s cold in here, but he won’t do it – and I *can’t* do it. I’m an independent woman; I can handle my own finances and buy my own baubles and pay someone else to change my own tire, but I need him to do this for me. I physically cannot close the window because I am too damn short, and I have tiny T-Rex arms. He hasn’t done it yet and audibly refused to do it on one occasion, so I am sitting here freezing my entire being off. Ed sucks! I am very, very cold! Socks and fuzzy bathrobes are not helping. If Ed doesn’t close the bedroom window soon, I am going to light his stuff on fire and bask in the warmth it’ll bring!

Brrrr! :(