My wife is always telling me I am whacky.
When I told her I wanted to go ice skating, she began bundling up. I didn’t want to go ice skating outside. I wanted to go ice skating inside. She told me it didn’t matter where the ice rink was; it was still going to be cold. I had to agree, but it wasn’t cold in the entire building. Most of the building was warm and comfortable. They had a special cooling system that would freeze the floor and the water would freeze solid. There was less than two inches of ice on the floor. She told me I could wear my warm clothing, and she would stay on the observation deck. They had a furnace in the building that kept everyone warm and cozy, unless you were skating. When we got to the skating rink, the furnace was broken, and it was colder inside than it was outside. I was happy to still go ice skating, since I didn’t have the cold wind blowing, and it was nighttime, but she didn’t. My wife wanted to go home where there was a working furnace and plenty of heat to keep her warm. My daughter said she would stay with me if I wanted to go ice skating, and my wife rolled her eyes. She said she would stay with us, but I had one hour to get ice skating out of my system. My daughter started clapping and said she knew mommy loved us, and wouldn’t let us stay at the skating rink to freeze alone.