Oh boy, am I really sharing this story?? I'm afraid nobody will take me seriously after this, but hey, how dull and boring is a life that is all seriousness anyway?!
I am always cold. My husband says I am "chronically chilly" . At night, Jordan sets the temp at 60 degrees and I feel like I am in an icebox. Well, the other night, I woke up all shivers and hopped out of bed to grab my snuggy warm Cotton Bowl sweatshirt (thanks, Matt and Jenna!). I always keep a few little lights on throughout the house during the night....well, just because I feel safer. So, I went in the bathroom and put my sweater on when all of a sudden the lights all went out. I panicked thinking it was some kind of a blackout or maybe someone was in the house and coming after me....cut me a little slack, guys, it was like 3:00am in the morning!
I walked around a little, trying to feel for the door to wake Jordan up, when I suddenly realized the shameful cause of the blackout....the picture says it all, folks. I had put my sweatshirt on backwards with the hoodie over my face.
*sigh* Life is good.