We had a bet every fall. Who would cave in and turn on the heat first. I usually won. He was not good at being cold. I could curl up in an afghan or a heated throw. I would put a scarf around my neck or heat a rice bag. None of these were manly enough for Steve. But, since he always won the rain storm bets, it was only fair I won these. One year he tried sneaking to turn on the heat. Like I wouldn't notice. Well Steven, you broke my running record. You finally won.