Indoor Girl

I am an indoor girl.

Maybe there was a time in my life where I was an outdoor girl, but then again, when we were little, most of us were outdoor kids.  At this point in my life though, when it is a bazillion degrees outside, and I melt and stick to my clothes just walking out on my porch, I prefer to say that I am an indoor girl.

My husband is an outside guy.

He spends most days trying to convince me that if I come outside more, that it won't matter that it is a bazillion degrees outside, because I will get used to it.  I don't know if this is really true, or if he just thinks its cooler since he is used to the 140 degree weather in Iraq from all the time he has spent there.  Me though, I like the air conditioning!!!  It is my friend.

Most of the time, he will give up and go on outside to tinker on all his projects, mow the grass, and run.  He will come back in sweating buckets, but he feels fine.  Then some days, he guilts me in to going out with him.  Today, I lasted maybe 5 min, before I felt as if my hair was about to slide off of my scalp.  Luckily, I was still close to the door and was able to move back inside, before a trip to the wig store was needed.

I do not look forward to this months electric bill....and it is times like this that I miss living in housing (since they pay the  bill) but it is all worth it for my nice cool air conditioning.  After all....I am an indoor girl.