{"id":2260,"date":"2012-02-03T12:57:49","date_gmt":"2012-02-03T19:57:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/?p=2260"},"modified":"2012-02-03T12:57:49","modified_gmt":"2012-02-03T19:57:49","slug":"so-coldso-freaking-cold","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/?p=2260","title":{"rendered":"so cold…so freaking cold."},"content":{"rendered":"

Last night I sat outside for awhile trying to get through level 17 of this stupid game on my phone. \u00a0When I came in my feet were so cold they physically ached.
\nIt was a good thing that Lester was there. \u00a0For those of you that remember our\u00a0sleeping habits<\/a>, you’ll be happy to know he didn’t kill me last night.
\nThe fan was on and his blanket was pulled all the way up to his ears. Ohhhh, yes, he will be nice and warm. \u00a0I crawled into bed and as soon as my feet hit my sheets, I knew I was fucked. I was TOO cold to cuddle. \u00a0If I get within 5 inches of his molten hot skin, he will detect the\u00a0temperature\u00a0change and go into body blocking defensive mode. \u00a0No, I was too cold. I would need to warm up before I dare try. \u00a0Rub feet on sheets to generate heat.
\nLester has this thing with my feet moving.
\nHe hates it.
\nMy first two husbands didn’t really care much. \u00a0 The first was just happy to have an 18 year old girl willing to be in the same bed, I could have had 5 legs moving and he would have smiled like a loon. \u00a0 My second ex \u00a0had the same feet moving problem I do. \u00a0From the ankles up we looked totally normal, but our feet were moving like we were two ducks swimming up stream.
\nLester is about to go all Misery on me every time I start moving my feet.
\nWhen I got into bed my foot started rubbing on the sheet and he actually stopped snoring, sat up on his elbow and said, “I just rolled over on my arm, but it didn’t feel like my arm.” \u00a0and then went back to sleep.
\nI’m almost 99% certain it had nothing to do with me moving my feet, but he has this weird ability to detect when my feet are moving so I am going to say it was my feeties fault that he was sleep talking.<\/p>\n

I decided that if I could move just one toe, I would be alright. \u00a0He detected the toe movement with his foot and grabbed hold of my foot with both of his feet. \u00a0This was the point where he felt how cold I was. \u00a0 I keep forgetting that his body temp runs about 1000 degrees higher than everyone else and something cold is a good vacation to cuddle up to. \u00a0He pulled me, groaning and sighing as he got comfortable. \u00a0 Oh. My. God he was so warm, but he wouldn’t let my feet touch his legs because they were too cold.
\nI moved my foot just a little bit closer to his legs and I could feel the heat radiating off of him and I almost wept because I was THAT cold and it would feel so good to just…..so I did. I took both feet and shoved them on his legs. \u00a0 He didn’t even move. \u00a0 Within minutes my feet were warm and he was done cuddling, he pushed me away and flopped onto his stomach resuming his snoring.<\/p>\n

“You’re welcome feetsies for picking the best boyfriend for you. \u00a0I know he hates it when you have to move around so much, but he keeps us all warm.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Last night I sat outside for awhile trying to get through level 17 of this stupid game on my phone. \u00a0When I came in my feet were so cold they physically ached. It was a good thing that Lester was there. \u00a0For those of you that remember our\u00a0sleeping habits, you’ll be happy to know he didn’t kill me last night. The fan was on and his blanket was pulled all the way up to his ears. Ohhhh, yes, he will be nice and warm. \u00a0I crawled into bed and as soon as my feet hit my sheets, I knew I was fucked. I was TOO cold to cuddle. \u00a0If I get within 5 inches of his molten hot skin, he will detect the\u00a0temperature\u00a0change and go into body blocking defensive mode. \u00a0No, I was too cold. I would need to warm up before I dare try. \u00a0Rub feet on sheets to generate heat. Lester has this thing with my feet moving. He hates it. My first two husbands didn’t really care much. \u00a0 The first was just happy to have an 18 year old girl willing to be in the same bed, I could have had 5 legs moving and he would have smiled like a loon. \u00a0 My second ex \u00a0had the same feet moving problem I do. \u00a0From the ankles up we looked totally normal, but our feet were moving like we were two ducks swimming up stream. Lester is about to go all Misery on me every time I start moving my feet. When I got into bed my foot started rubbing on the sheet and he actually stopped snoring, sat up on his elbow and said, “I just rolled over on my arm, but it didn’t feel like my arm.” \u00a0and then went back to sleep. I’m almost 99% certain it had nothing to do with me moving my feet, but he has this weird ability to detect when my feet are moving so I am going to say it was my feeties fault that he was sleep talking. I decided that if I could move just one toe, I would be alright. \u00a0He detected the toe movement with his foot and grabbed hold of my foot with both of his feet. \u00a0This was the point where he felt how cold I was. \u00a0 I keep forgetting that his body temp runs about 1000 degrees higher than everyone else and something cold is a good vacation to cuddle up to. \u00a0He pulled me, groaning and sighing as he got comfortable. \u00a0 Oh. My. God he was so warm, but he wouldn’t let my feet touch his legs because they were too cold. I moved my foot just a little bit closer to his legs and I could feel the heat radiating off of him and I almost wept because I was THAT cold and it would feel so good to just…..so I did. I took both feet and shoved them on his legs. \u00a0 He didn’t even move. \u00a0 Within minutes my feet were warm and he was done cuddling, he pushed me away and flopped onto his stomach resuming his snoring. “You’re welcome feetsies for picking the best boyfriend for you. \u00a0I know he hates it when you have to move around so much, but he keeps us all warm.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2260","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-random"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2260","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2260"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2260\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2260"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2260"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2260"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}