He's the one who wants all four windows down in the car for our own private hurricane but whines if there's a little frost on the kitchen counter. One will nudge the thermostat up just because there are icicles in the shower. The other nudges it down at the tiniest evidence of pineapples sprouting in your sock drawer. We may have had the same inclinations when we met, but once the decision was made that the monthly utility bill comes out of my budget, I promptly memorized the location of the furniture and invested in long johns. My husband wants to sleep in his skivvies and grow orchids in the bedroom.
Most couples take a side of the bed and defend it.
One will switch on your side of the electric blanket an hour before crawling into bed. The other will just hog the covers. One will read by a battery-powered book light the size of a celery stalk. The other will simultaneously watch television, run the blender, the microwave, the ceiling fan and the heater while gazing into the open refrigerator. The rolling blackouts sounded swell to me.