Cuppa and I, both trending towards hot, are both happy to sleep in a cool place. But getting up before the place has heated up properly can be a bit problematic, so AC tends to layer up.
And when one is hairless on top, baby it’s not only cold inside, but it’s really cold on top. Sometimes, I simply have to dig out my hoodie.
Please join me in that Christmas Classic, Baby It’s Cold Outside Inside, with the second verse being, AC Is Cold Up Top.