Ringing Ceders

Lately my wife has become convinced that we have to buy patio heaters. To me, that just seems like a waste of perfectly good money first on the heater, and then on the propane tank needed to run the thing. I mean, if it’s too cold to sit outside, go sit inside, right? We’re already paying too much to heat the interior. I don’t know why we need to heat the great outdoors, too. And anyway, she could just put on a sweater and jacket like anyone else. I swear that woman is cold-blooded, always shivering even when it’s 70 degrees outside. But of course, to keep the peace, we’ll probably end up buying one anyway. When she’s happy, we’re all happy.