Today, I’d like to query everyone about their average running temperature. I used to believe that guys generally ran hot and girls ran cold.
However, I now realize this is not necessarily the case.
Kathryn: “That’s all well and good…but I did not inquire as to your hot-ness factor. The question was to my readers. But thanks for the interruption.”
CK: “You’re welcome. Is that what you’ve been wearing to work?”
K: (Wary) “Um. Yeah…they keep the temperature in my office at…like, 78 degrees. It’s a freakin’ oven in there.”
CK: “Is anyone else roasting, besides you?”
K: “Well…no. But that doesn’t mean anything. I must have a better metabolism than everyone else.”
K: “Higher? Wait…what?”
CK: (Sighs) “You must have a higher metabolism. Your metabolism can’t be better…”
K: “Uh huh. All I know is that they’re wearing heavy cable-knit sweaters and arm-warmers with the fingers cut out and I’m sitting there in a tank top. It’s freaky. Something’s not right.”
CK: (Folds arms) “So, all your co-workers are dressed like Nanook of the North and you’re the only one dressed like the fourth of July. Does this tell you something?”
K: “Yes, oh wise one. It tells me that they need some kind of warm-up program…maybe some jumping jacks, or running in place…but preferably on the other side of the building, so they don’t make my area any hotter.”
CK: “…Because you’re already hot enough.”
K: “EXACTLY. Now we’re on the same page.”
CK: “Are you telling me that you drive to work in a tank top? Are you wearing sandals as well?”
K: “Of course not. That would be insane. I have a jacket over my tank and a winter coat over my jacket…and I wear these kick-ass boots that I wind up kicking off ‘cause they make my feet hot. I think tonight I’ll get a little pedi so I can bring some flippies to work tomorrow.”
CK: “So you’re really talking about the actual temperature with regards to your hot-ness?”
K: “Well…yeah. What did you think I was talking about, Mr. Hot Mess?”
CK: (Sighs) “Okay. I take it back.”
K: “Yeah, you do….I’m so embarrassed for you. Now. Hand me that pumice stone, will you? I heard the sun might come out tomorrow…it’s gonna be a scorcher.”
How’s the temperature in your neck of the woods? Anyone else running hot, like me??