Blanket fricker

So, my wife is a blanket fricker.

I mean that in the nicest possible way.

Lemme explain: You see, the wife's internal thermostat was installed backward. Instead of cooling down during the summer and warming up during the winter, she does the opposite, especially as she's getting ready for bed. These days, that thermostat malfunction manifests itself in the form of either:

1. grabbing all the blankets and wrapping herself into a human burrito in her sleep, or
2. tossing them on the floor after hogging them and finding that having all the blankets makes her too hot.

Night after night after wee morning hours, I wake up to find myself uncovered, huddled in the fetal position, shivering my bare ass off.

I figure the obvious solution involves double-sided tape.