My hubby is a genuinely funny guy.
- He’s full-blooded Cuban, however you would never know it.
He’ll also never let you forget that he’s from Florida, and he drops that information every single chance he gets. In fact, his propensity for mentioning this bit of personal trivia is so significant that we’ve even made a drinking game out of it, called “Wait, where are you from?” On the other hand, I’m from the northerly latitudes, and I lived in a completely landlocked state for my entire life. As such, there are quite a few funny difference between us, and one of the immense dissimilarities is our tolerance for warm temperatures. While he grew up in constant heat and humidity, I hardly had such experiences in my early years. My associate and I had warm summers that required air conditioner intervention, don’t get me wrong, however the air temperatures could never compete with the torturous heat of Florida. My hubby is essentially unaffected by warm and muggy afternoons, and he snickers at me when I complain and bump up the air conditioner. He’s so used to this terrible air quality that he isn’t even phased when it’s well over 100 degrees outside. My associate and I have continual control device battles, where I turn the temperature down and he pops up out of nowhere to reset the indoor air temp to a higher degree. He tells me that I have no idea what it’s like to live in a genuinely warm environment, however I legitimately know what it’s like to be frustrated by a warm man!