Chile is not big on central heating. I feel bad saying this, as my apartment/office is one of the warmest I've encountered in Santiago, due to some sort of weird water pipe that runs under the floor. When we were cat sitting, we'd find her curled up in the most random places: the floor next to the refridgerator, the middle of Liz's bedroom, etc. Yep, she found all of our place's hotspots.
Today, it is zero degrees. Our office, which is located in the back of the apartment, with two big walls of windows, is freezing. The kind of freezing that makes it impossible to work. However, if I were to move to say, the living room (which I imagine to be nice and toasty) I'd be dealing with 1) people 2) La Ley y El Orden: U.V.E. For those of you who thought that it was only the U.S.'s TNT that was obsessed with Chris Meloni and Mariska Hargitay's child molester-busting, think again.
But I have something else that is somewhat unique to Chile: the panty! In this wonderful country, panty means pantyhose. And they make all kinds of clothing out of this fantastic nylon material: leggings, shorts, tank tops, mock and cowl neck sparkly tops. All designed to go under your clothing, providing a protective barrier against the biting cold of cement housing.
We could all use more panty in our lives! Everyone gets cold! Write to your congressman!
Oh, and read this: http://www.bestweekever.tv/2007/08/02/introducing-juan-mayer/#comments
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