the thermostat and the Penguins
Last night, as Matt and I laid in bed, he was complaining our room was cold. Now, our room is always cold. It has wood floors and cathedral ceilings. I’d have to keep the thermostat at 90 just for it to feel 70. It’s a big room and our closet is huge and has no doors, with equally high ceilings.
So needless to say, this is a comment I hear from him often.
Our conversation goes as follows:
Matt: “What do you have the thermostat set at? Lemieux?”
Cassie: “Yes. And do you have an issue with that? We’re sleeping.”
Matt: “If I had it my way, we’d have it set at Jagr.”
Cassie: “But we all know I don’t like Jagr.”
Matt: “Yes, you liked Straka. But that’d be too hot.”
Cassie: “If you had it your way, you’d have it set to Malkin.”
Matt: “That seems like a good temp…”
Cassie: “And if money grew on trees, we’d be just fine.”
Matt: “At least I don’t set it Crosby.”
Cassie: “I’d love to see that bill. I should just ask some of my old patients. I’m sure they like it hot like South Florida in their houses.”
Matt: “That’d be ridiculous. I’d pass out.”
For those of you who have no idea what just went on, let me translate:
Mario Lemieux: (The greatest hockey player to ever live and is hot to boot) #66
Jaromir Jagr: #68
Marty Straka: #82
Evgeni Malkin: #71
Sidney Crosby: #87
I swear, we’re normal people. Totally normal.
(Mario Lemieux. HOT.)