Monday, January 15, 2007
Mary and her "stupid hotness"
I'm not sure if one would call it too hot-blooded or too cold-blooded or even if there are such terms that would apply to Mary Esther. Jack and I could be in sweaters, pants and socks around the house and Mary would be running around in a tank top and panties. She gets hot.
In the middle of night, she would wake up and complain of hot feet and hot hands--- "My feet are hot!!!! My hands are hot!!! I hate this stupid hotness!!!" she would whine. For this, I would get a wet washcloth and wipe down her heels and palms--- would usually solve the problem.
This evening, whereas it was 15.5 degrees Fahrenheit outside and 66.2 inside, Mary was pulling up her pant legs and complaining that she was hot. So I told her to get changed, at least put on a skirt instead of the pants she was wearing.
She came back in this outfit.
I wonder what she would be wearing when summer comes.
I'm not sure if one would call it too hot-blooded or too cold-blooded or even if there are such terms that would apply to Mary Esther. Jack and I could be in sweaters, pants and socks around the house and Mary would be running around in a tank top and panties. She gets hot.
In the middle of night, she would wake up and complain of hot feet and hot hands--- "My feet are hot!!!! My hands are hot!!! I hate this stupid hotness!!!" she would whine. For this, I would get a wet washcloth and wipe down her heels and palms--- would usually solve the problem.
This evening, whereas it was 15.5 degrees Fahrenheit outside and 66.2 inside, Mary was pulling up her pant legs and complaining that she was hot. So I told her to get changed, at least put on a skirt instead of the pants she was wearing.
She came back in this outfit.
I wonder what she would be wearing when summer comes.
