Hilary Nowatzki-May
“Babe, I’m hot.” “Phil, will you please turn the air up?” “Do you mind if I crack the windows?” “Oh my gosh I’m so HOT, I feel like I’m suffocating Phil” “How did I forget how miserable the humidity was?”
All of this and more is what my poor husband had to listen to all day Saturday as we drove to Florida from Tennessee.
Phil and I are similar in so many ways, and we make a great team, but there is …