There have been debates about this from the beginning of modern homes…

Families have fought over this…

Marriages have been pushed to the limit due to this…

THE TEMPERATURE INSIDE THE HOUSE…

Never once have the wife and I argued over the temperature of the house. We argue over more important things like me leaving the toilet seat up or not changing the toilet paper roll out.

The temperature of the house is not a problem…

We both know that the perfect temperature of the house is 68 degrees. 24/7 365.

The Webb house likes it cold. Not only do we keep it at the perfect 68 degrees, we also sleep with a fan on. So its cold, cold.

If you get cold in our house… guess what?… we’ve got at least six blankets you can choose from.

It could be colder than Polar Bear poop outside, the house is gonna be cold inside and the fan will be on.

The way I look at it is, if the good lord above wanted me to live in a desert, he would have made me a rattlesnake.

I can always put more clothes on if I get too cold. We don’t live in a nudist house, so if it gets too hot, I can’t strip down to the birthday suit.

Have you ever heard of night sweats? Its real. 

The last thing that I want is to wake up in the middle of the night with my sheets stuck to my body like Saran Wrap.

To those of you who prefer the inside of your homes to feel like the gates of hell… You may need to re-evaluate your life.

To those of you who argue with your husbands, wives, brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, or in-laws about what the temperature should be… I’m sorry. You are in my thoughts and prayers.

-Matt Webb

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I’m a 37 year-old dad, proud husband, and on-time tick bite survivor. I’ve got two high-energy boys who think sleep is optional and gravity is just a suggestion. If there’s one thing fatherhood has taught me, it’s this: Emprace the chaos, buckle up, and enjoy the wild, snack-crumb-covered ride.

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