Day 205: Remember the Time... You Can Keep These Genes Mom

I'm always cold.

And by always, I mean I was wearing stark white socks with black heels today at work because the tops of my feet were freezing. I also keep an emergency pair of fuzzy striped footies in my desk drawer for emergencies. No Band-aids or aspirin. Just footies.

I wear long underwear from about October until April and will take the long way to the lunchroom at work if it means loping through the always-warmer editorial section at work.

And I've been this way my whole life, taking after my mom, which made growing up in the subzero winters of the Midwest extra (not) fun.


Remember the time I gravitate toward the heat source of wherever I happen to be at the time?

I grew up eating breakfast while sitting on the floor of my kitchen and leaning up against the wall that housed the heating vent that was just kicking on to warm up the house after an evening of cooler temperatures. 


Down time spent at my grandmother's house - the one my mom grew up in - was spent on top of the old-fashioned heating vent that was big enough for me to sit cross-legged atop.

You'll be able to find me near any fireplace - even random ones we stumble upon at a bar (see who's practically on top of the fire?) and anyone who rides with me in the car undoubtedly asks me if I can turn the full-blast heat down. 
 

The unsuspecting friend I sit on the couch with will most likely at some point feel me wiggle my feet underneath their legs for warmth or ask for a blanket because clothes are just not cozy enough.

I am the proud owner of a heating pad, heated slippers, a space heater, thermal blankets, many pairs of long underwear and Under Armour, and an electric blanket. And when none of that is enough, I've been known to sit on the sink and dip my feet into hot water.

Winter can be miserable, but rare is the day I'm ever too hot in summer!