This Saturday I switched the summer quilt on our bed to the down comforter. This, of course, guaranteed that it would be close to 80 degrees all weekend long.
And it was.
While the Boyfriend was helping me get the cover on the comforter he busts out laughing...
Me: What is so funny?
Him: We just had 'The Blanket' talk at work.
Me: The blanket talk?
Him: Yeah, all the guys were sitting around the break table talking about how it's the time of year when everyone's wives or girlfriends break out, The Blanket.
Me: So what are you trying to say?
Him: This is just one of your blankets. Soon you're going to put that 60 year old, handmade by great-great someone or other blanket on the bed and I won't be able to breathe.
Apparently there was a vigorous amount of head nodding around the break table that every one of them suffered from some form of blanket suffocation throughout the winter.
Me: (laughing) But I'm cold.
Him: Yeah, yeah...you and every other girl on the planet.
Me: Fine, we'll see how smug you are when it's -10 degrees out and I'm not sharing with you.
Of course these new windows we've been installing for the last three days will most likely make our house feel somewhat tropical.
Perhaps I can pare it down to one blanket? Although that seems unlikely given past winters.
Is it Blanket season in your house?