When Aaron and I made the decision to move in together, I knew I’d have to compromise with our personal differences in decorating. I thought I’d have to battle the typical ‘guy/bachelor’ style, you know the type: black pleather couches, band posters, lava lamps, etc. It turns out, when one marries a
weatherman meteorologist they have to deal with nerdy weather gadgets all over the place. Now, it would be unfair of me to limit all his personal touches around the house, but I did have to put my foot down when we had multiple weather radios set for different counties and weather events within the state that would wake me up at all hours of the night. I personally don’t need to know if there is a severe storm headed towards Guymon or Ardmore at 3:00am. I don’t know if you have ever heard a weather radio at 3am, but it’s startling. After I had a few heart attacks from the weather radios going off, he adjusted them to only go off for severe weather in our personal county (this being a record low year, I’ve barely heard it). Aaron has done a good job of not going out of control with his weather gadgets, but all I can say is if you come over, you’ll know the exact temperature inside and outside, what direction the wind is coming from, the moon phase, and cloud conditions. I feel like a secret weather spy sometimes.
Now it’s time to play, “Can you name the gadget?”
I think the average person may have 1 thermometer in their home, but then, they don’t live with a