I love to play jokes on my husband. It’s just so fun to get him flustered and frustrated for some reason, probably because of how much he torments me on a daily basis. He’s constantly pushing my buttons in very deliberate ways, and claims that his behavior is for my benefit because one day I’ll be desensitized to his nonsense. I don’t agree with his outlook, and I don’t foresee any improvement in how easily I am annoyed by him. That’s why I feel free to poke fun at him and scheme about small practical jokes. At least my ploys are all in good fun and no one ever gets hurt, or at least, not until recently. See, we had a smart thermostat installed in our house about a month ago, but my husband doesn’t know that. I told him that we had a plain old thermostat replacement when the HVAC technicians arrived at our home. I didn’t let on that I had updated our temperature control unit to be more modern and easily accessible, because I had another plan. Whenever my husband gave me some grief, I pulled out my phone and messed with the air temperature control settings without telling him. I could do this from anywhere thanks to our smart thermostat app on my phone, so even if he was just pissing me off via text, I could easily modify the indoor air temperature. I know it doesn’t sound like much, but these small changes in our indoor air quality really added up. For the past month, my husband has been confiding in me that he thinks he’s going nuts; he can’t even remember making distinct changes to the thermostat programming.