Me: How'd you sleep last night, Chief? (New nickname I gave my Dad. We do this in our family. We make up nicknames.)
Dad: Bad.
Me: Why? What happened?
Dad: I froze my ass off.
*facepalm*
Our thermostat is set for 74 degrees. 74 FREAKIN' DEGREES. There are people in deserts with cooler climates. Why is he so cold all of the time? Certainly it could be the fact that his daily movement consists of couch to bathroom and back. But seriously. He's wearing a sweatshirt, sweatpants and is covered in a very thick blanket. Maybe it's time for a Snuggie. Yes, things are getting THAT desperate.
Madness, I tell you. Madness.
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