Some like it hot

If you break your neck, you can't control your internal temperature. It just is. If it's hot, I'll get hot. If it's cold, I'll get cold. And once I'm one way, it takes forever to warm up or cool off. It's been almost 7 years, and it's gotten considerably better. The first summer was the worse by far - my mom would drive me to doctors visits and such in the car and I'd have the heat turned up FULL BLAST. In the SUMMER. Every so often, she'd softly ask if she could just crack the window just a tiny bit. I'd cry.

My poor mom.

And now, it's 'my poor husband.' Though it's nothing like it was, I still need extreme temperatures to help me regulate my body. I usually ride around in a pretty warm car in the winter, which doesn't sound so bad, but Whit usually sweats before we reach our destination.

So we were riding home from my in-laws house Sunday night and we had two of my husband's nieces with us - Vivian and Naomi. They were being super cute and Naomi was asking Whit questions like, What is your favorite color? Favorite tree? Favorite animal? Then she asks, "Where is the hottest place you've ever been?"

This little 7-year-old has moved around the country quite a bit and so after Whit answered "Brazil," he asked her the same question, to which she replied: This car.

My poor nieces.