Yeah, see, my body is definitely not designed for the cold. I’m like a lizard. Maybe we should trade?
During the winter, in the office I’m always wearing at least three layers on top. Sometimes four. Big fleecy socks. Still can’t feel my goddamn feet, often cold around other bits as well. Down booties and a pile of blankets are just not an option, which is what I’d need to actually be warm.
This is me 100%. I wear jackets and sweaters in the office all summer because they have the AC so high. My ideal climate is 25 to 40 Celcius which is 77 to 105 F and in that climate I do not need AC. I’ve adapted to it for the sake of my husband and dogs by wearing fuzzy clothing in the summer, but I prefer to be hot.
** starts looking around for the surveillance cameras **
I live in a 'burb of Minneapolis. I know cold (not freezing, like our Canadian bretheren). I would still rather have to bundle up to go outside than deal with heat. When I was in college I was offered a sweet deal - teach in southern Louisiana. They would pay a decent salary, pay rent, and toss in a car. I said no, due to the summer weather. I just cannot deal with heat. I had planned on doing my student teaching up in Churchill, Manitoba. Yeah, maybe I’m a little weird.
Did anybody ask you to share this? I’d like you to share. I feel nosy.
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Yeah, I think the temp thing really depends on your personal thermostat.
I have before walked down the street in shorts, Tshirt, and flipflops with my SO who was in insulated coveralls, insulated boots, gloves, and balaclava.
One of my current partners is a cold-blood. Hands & feet always cold. I think she recently discovered she actually has some syndrome or another that causes this.
My feet don’t get cold as long as they don’t touch the ground. I can happily walk around in sandals down to sub-zero temps and stay toasty. People get a little freaked out, though.
We’ve recently been discussing reorganizing our department by temperature rather than activity. Does it really help that much to put all of the X people together, when it causes never-ending battles over the thermostat setting?
I have every intention of getting the best of both worlds when I’m older - winters in Arizona, and summers in Calgary, where we have damned near the world’s most perfect summers (low humidity, not too much rain, not too hot, not too much extreme weather, not too many bugs, nice and sunny, and cool nights so you can sleep).
Damn snowbirds. fistshake
Just found out my brother-in-law is getting laid off, some of you might have seen my rant in the Workplace Griping thread about how my sister is getting stonewalled working from home while she’s on medical leave. So neither of them will be working, she’s getting some disability pay but it doesn’t go far.
And one of my friends had a heart attack and isn’t likely to live through the weekend. This day sucked. I’m going to bed. 
I live in the northernmost north of my city. A month ago, I got a job in one of the southern suburbs. In a month or two, I plan on moving closer to work. For now, I get a ride to and from work. Today, my ride home was MIA. My cell was cancelled when I was unemployed and I haven’t reactivated it yet. Not that that would have done any good because my ride is an old Luddite who’s never had a mobile phone.
No prob, I’ll take the bus. It’s supposedly a long two and a half ride. I can deal with that. That’s the price I agreed to pay when I chose not drive. It turned into a much looooooooooonger odyssey due to buses that didn’t show up, missed connections, etc. Four hours, fifteen minutes after my shift ended, I fucking finally got home.
Turns out, my ride was running early, so he stopped at a park about three miles from my work. When he went back to his car, the battery was dead. It took AAA almost four hours to show up. He had his own little odyssey.
I’d rather have too cold winters than too hot summers. Here, I get neither.
What you need is someone to follow you around and snuggle you. Yes, I’m volunteering.
Are you sure it’s the toilet? I don’t know a lot about plumbing, but I’ve heard you can occasionally get nasty smells from the “trap,” which is supposed to keep sewer gases out.
Insidious is a bad, bad movie. Watched it after a couple of beers, and couldn’t sleep until 4 in the morning. The rest of the early morning was spent SDMBing. :<
Waiting for my date to show up last night, I was checking Facebook and happened to see that an old highschool friend was in a horrible car crash. Sounds like she’s currently sedated until she can undergo surgery to repair broken bones and things like that, and then maybe a few more days for rest and recovery.
Attention, people I like: Please stop getting injured. Kthx.
You should really have that mole checked out.
I’ll PM it to you. Can’t say I didn’t warn you!
Reynaud’s phenomenon? I have it rather mildly (my extremeties are often freezing and my nail beds might get a bit blue, but that’s it).
Positive thoughts going their way.
Fortunately, I tend to date guys who are like furnaces, so I just hog all the blankets and then jam my cold feet on their legs.
. . . tornadoes . . . hailstorms of epic proportions . . .
AKA my wedding day.
When did my ex-wife move to Milwaukee?
Can I come live with you? Please? I hate Mid-Atlantic summers. Too damned hot and way too fricking humid. It’s like trying to breathe in soup. Plus, the bugs. This year and last we had an invasion of stinkbugs, and I think we’re due for the 13-year cicadas soon. Don’t get me started on the mosquitoes.
I *like *cold weather. If you let me live with you during the summer, I’ll house sit for free while you’re in Arizona during the winter.
Sorry, I probably should have told you. I guess that explains why I haven’t been getting the alimony checks lately. It’s okay; you can just forward a lump sum for the missed payments.
I’ll add my very valuable two cents and say that too cold is better than too hot. I was about to start sweating during my short walk yesterday morning from my car to work, and it had barely reached 80° in the morning. I turn the a/c in my car on probably when it’s 55°. As a runner, the cold is so much easier to deal with. I can wear 2 or 3 layers if I must, and by the end of a run, that will feel like too much. But when it’s hot, it’s oppressive, and you simply can’t escape it.
I did run shirtless on Monday, when it was still all toasty after work. Even in a sportsbra that covers way more than a swimsuit, I felt like a skankyho until the second I stepped outside and knew I’d made the right decision.
Important update: My toes and the tip of my nose are freezing right now.