that's not what I meant

The last couple of days we've had unseasonably warm weather.

Which I love!

I'm not a fan of the cold.... at all.

But when I clean house... or cook dinner... I get hot. So what do I say?

I'm hot!

And my husband gives me a hey baby look...
every single time I say it.

Of course the glance I give him is something to the tune of that's not what I meant.
Followed by the ever popular *eye roll*... a move perfected by my daughter.

I'm just a lame copy catter!