It's stuffy in here
 

A month ago, my wife said "It's stuffy in here".

"I don't know what you mean", I said.

"It's too hot, so we should open the windows".

"Well it's hotter outside than it is in here. Open the windows when it cools down outside".

A week ago, my wife says "It's stuffy in here".

"I don't know what you mean", I said.

"You know, stuffy".

"It's not hot in here, it's 70 degrees".

Then the wife opens the windows.

A day ago, my wife says "When are we going to turn the heat on?"

"When we stop opening the windows. We're not going to open the windows and then run the heat."

I still have no idea what stuffy means. It's just the 2 of us living in a 2100 sq/ft house with no pets. The dust is minimal, and with proper attention to the window blinds, the temperature can be regulated close to 70 degrees until November, which is when I turned the heat on last year.

My wife would probably rather be camping, except with a portable heater of some sort.

Wait until she starts getting hot flashes.

regards
mech

..quoting Bea Arthur: "...they're POWER SURGES, not hot flashes..."

Redpoint are you trying to understand a female? Because if so, stop. It will cause your head to implode.

Gota have to agree. It's impossible to understand them.

They're just as confused as we are guys.

Not that complicated. (:

Yeah, I get that a lot too in my car. Then as I have the ac on, its 75 inside the car, 90 outside she rolls down the windows cause to her its cooler outside. I just cut off the ac and open my window too. :D

Women; can't live with 'em...

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I just want to get a cohesive answer as to what stuffy is. It seems to mean one thing one moment, and another thing later.

My wife is very rational (for a woman), which is among the many reasons I married her. Still, she has a few things that seem to transcend rationality.

I'm not entirely rational either. She doesn't get why I like to participate in dangerous activities. While she is content to drive vehicles well within their handling capabilities, I prefer to take them to their limits.

Fun to me is flirting with disaster, and coming out victorious.

My mom runs the house temp at 77 degrees. I'll sweat wearing only boxers in the dead of winter when it's 20 degrees outside. Don't know how dad hasn't burned up yet.

Women are the worst with temperature controls. Cold inside, so they blast the heat until it's too hot, and they put the AC on. I won't have any of it.