Emergency Snuggle
Sometimes, I treat my husband like an object–a heating pad is the object of choice in winter.
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XD My wife would do me the exact same way!
She learned how to “glomp” me from watching anime, seeing girls on there grabbing others in an unbreakable hold that would suck the life/heat/whatever was desired of the glomp-er from the glomp-ee.
She came up with a strange nickname for me. She called me Tazzy-bear, short for the Tazmanian Devil and a teddy bear, because she said I was cuddly as a bear and I made the sounds of the Tazmanian Devil when she would glomp me. Go figure.
Anyway, I sympathize with your hubby. I too could tell when the colder season would come as the frequency of her contact rose exponentially. ^_^
My boyfriend and I had a very similar conversation the other night to which he replied: Cold is relative.
See, he’s from Nebraska and I’ve never even lived CLOSE to the Mason-Dixon line or seen real snow. Even though it’s been more than 10 years since he’s lived there, he’s still not 100% acclimated to our weather here in North Florida and doesn’t mind my cold fingers and toes one bit.
Talk about something to be thankful for




















Mr. POSSLQ is the house furnace here. He hates my icy feets o’ Doom! (And cold kitty paws rapidly snuck beneath the covers!)