For constantly accusing him of cranking up the thermostat.
I was convinced John was getting me back for programming the thermostat in odd numbers. He doesn’t like odd room temperatures, believing proper thermostats always read at 70 or 72.
So of course I couldn’t help setting ours to 71, just to prove the universe wouldn’t blow up. But after waking up sweaty in an 88 degree room enough times, I told him to cut it out, that these thermostat wars had gone on long enough.
He swore he didn’t do it and I wondered what kind of passive-aggressive shenanigans he was playing at, until the morning I walked in on this…
Well, fair is fair. I apologized for all the accusations and feeling vindicated, he tried to blame the kids for putting the toilet seats up and always leaving his clothes in the dryer.