When my younger cousin was in college, she moved in with me and my husband for a semester just so that she could save money on rent. We didn’t mind having her there and she chipped in money for groceries and some of the utilities. Unfortunately, her meager contributions were not nearly enough to keep up with her penchant for air conditioning. I don’t know if my cousin was just naturally hot blooded or what, but she was always complaining about how hot it was in our house and she was always sweating! It made her seem like she was nervous all the time, too. Anyway, one day I was wondering why I was so cold, I mean, it was the middle of August and so I expected to be warm. I looked at our thermostat that was at the top of the stairs and I saw that the temperature had been turned all the way down to 62 degrees! That was the lowest that the thermostat could even go! I thought it was a fluke, like maybe that the digital thermostat had malfunctioned and that’s why the temperature was set so low. The air conditioning must have run constantly for 5 hours or so to get it down to 62 degrees in our house since it was close to 90 outside. Come to find out, the thermostat hadn’t malfunctioned at all; my younger cousin had taken it upon herself to turn the air conditioning down as far as it would go because she was too hot in our house.