Sweet Nothings

Occasionally the hotel room we get in Chicago is a little bit on the chilly side...I mean, I put the thermostat up to 80, but let me tell you, the room does NOT reach 80 degrees.  I know this.  I have a very accurate inner temperature gage...like, princess and the pea accurate. I'm pretty much only comfortable between 75-80 in the winter when it's cold outside, and between 70-75 in the summer when it's hot. That's my zone.  I KNOW when it's 80 degrees.  Anyway, the point of this entry is my darling Richard's comments when I tried to snuggle up to him for warmth, gently rubbing his back. "Get off! It's like a polar bear is mauling me!" Yep. Sweet nothings from the man I love.