Our apartment’s gas bill, that’s what. Yes, we are currently in a 700 sqaure foot apartment and recieved the mother of all gas bills. No, there isn’t a leak.  No, there’s nothing wrong with the furnace.  No, we aren’t heating the whole place. And now, I am FREEZING.  We aren’t the kind of people who keep their homes balmy.  Typically, the heat was on between 60-65.  It might get up to 68 on a REALLY cold day.  And yet we still managed to use 6 times the amount of gas we did last month.  That’s what we get for living in a quaint duplex.

I’m sure many of you are still in shock about how cold we keep our house.  My husband grew up in an old farmhouse that didn’t have heat in the upstairs, so he loved it cold.  I was a 72 degree gal, but ever so slowly he brought me over to the cold side (it’s like the dark side with icicles).  Now I can’t stand to be too warm.  If I can see my breath in my bedroom, that just means Mr. Diva gets to keep me warmer.

I suppose I could have put up a temperature tantrum, but it didn’t seem worth it.  Slowly I went from being chilly to just wearing more clothing to becoming accustom to the artic conditions.

Let’s get stereotypical - women are always cold and men are always hot.  How do you deal with off-kilter internal thermostats in your marriage?