I never understood why my in-laws would not use their air conditioner. They would walk around covered in sweat, complaining about the heat, and snarling at each other most of the summer. I couldn’t fathom why anyone would want to live like that and why they would never take the initiative to close up the windows, turn the thermostat down and crank up the air conditioner. I was constantly sneaking around and adjusting the temperature down on the thermostat in the hallway next to our bedroom. They’d inevitably catch me and tell me to open a window. Then they’d turn the thermostat back off again. I even told them that I’d pay the utility bills when they came in the mail, if only they would let me turn the temperature down on the thermostat. It was usually 78 degrees or more in their house and it felt so stuffy. I just couldn’t take it! I would get so hot and crabby that I can’t imagine why my husband I stayed married to me during that year that that we had to live with my in-laws. He must’ve been used to it the heat since he lived with them while he was growing up. My parents were big believers in air conditioner during the summer. My Mom would crank it all the way down to 63 or 64 on scorching hot summer days and we would just relax in the cool air as it blew through the air vents. It was so nice to be cool even though outside the temperature was in the high 90s.