h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Just checking in for a brief moment to curse the man (and yes, it was a man, and a particularly sadistic one at that) who invented pantyhose.

Damn him to a constricted, jumping-up-and-down, can't-pee-all-night, run filled hell.

That's why I prefer socks and longjohns.

Nobody's forcing you to wear it...

jesus


I'm not even sure what pantyhose *are*


I think my LAPTOPIS DIEING

Were you wearing them for fancy dress PC or were you and K up to some civil war role-play shenanigans?!!

My mother hasn't worn a skirt in public since she retired, so as not to have to bother with those nylon horrors.

Well, K ran out and bought me some replacement pantyhose, so all was not lost. And the replacement pair survived the night- which is good, because they were necessary. My dress was just about knee-length, and it was around -19°C (-26°C wind chill) last night.

Of course, even though he procured the emergency pantyhose, K wasn't quite my hero last night. For some inexplicable reason, he decided that rather than take the tollway to the wedding reception about 30-ish miles away. Given the blowing snow and low visibility, it was likely that the trip, which would normally take 45 minutes to an hour or so, was going to take an hour and half. Going K's way, it took up just over three hours. We arrived two hours late, *just* in time for the main course (and mine was a lovely rice dish with asparagus and artichoke ). So we only stayed a couple of hours, left around 10, and got back home around 12:30- I don't mind how long it takes to get home, though I still think the toll road would have at least been plowed...

Anyway. This afternoon we'll be spending a couple more hours in the car, driving down to the south suburbs to visit with some of K's family who won't be around for Christmas dinner on Thursday. Whee!

Oh, Van- we were going to my boss's daughter's wedding reception. By the time we arrived, he was already three sheets to the wind, and since a few other people didn't make it on account of the weather, he was actually pleased we made it at all. But I hate being late even more than I hate nylon stockings. <laugh.

So you had a lovey rice dish with veg - no need to have worried like you did about asking for a different meal then!? Hey ho, it's over with now. Glad you made is safely there and back in all that snow!

Thanks!

Yes, my boss and his wife both made quite sure that the catering staff did in fact bring me a veggie dish. I'm lucky to work for such a nice person.

Meanwhile, I "forgot" I'd bought some wine for Christmas Eve and left it out on the back porch. Well, the wind chill is -20°F (-29°C) and now I have three bottles of sparkling winesicle.

The Windchill makes no difference to the wine. It's a measure of the cooling effect of wind on the human body. But the raw air temp would, no doubt, be enough to freeze it. In fact...you probably have sparkling winesicle with added crunchy broken glass. That's what generally happens to the beers that I forget I've left in the freezer to cool 'for half an hour'.



Ah! Memories of Climatic Ergonomics lectures from (mumblemumble) years ago. And don't get me started on Fanger's Thermal Comfort Index!

Yeah, it is -4° without windchill.

Wine has thawed- no broken glass- but both corks popped so I'll probably have to freeze these into cubes and use them for cooking wine. No biggie- just $5 a bottle and I can get other stuff for Christmas when we're at the store on Tuesday.

How annoying, though.

No there's a thought...I wonder if I can find an Aussie Sparkling Shiraz for X-mas lunch.

I've tried one of those before. Yum.

I try them regularly. *hic*

It's beginning to sound like you have Shiraz coming out of your spigots instead of running water!

(Oops, better not give Lil any ideas, or she'll be down at the DIY center looking for one of those Chardonnay fountains...)



Incidentally, the ride down to K's parents' place yesterday took an hour and a half each way. And the heat in the car wasn't working properly. And it was -20°C. My feet are *still* cold.

Chardonnay Fountains?

*hic*

That's what you get from complaining about it being too warm all year.