Hello couch

Heh.









Will probably post later, too busy laughing.

(are you over your cold, Alex?)

I agree.
100% and then some

I need a lot of room too - thus our recent upgrade to California king size.

I like a good snuggle when we lay down then to our seperate corners...ever tried the hug and roll?

Yes mismi, outside of Alabama it's called sex

We're not THAT backwards! Well...it was on a "Friends" episode about the snuggle conundrum- Ross was Trying to teach Chandler to hug (snuggle) and then gently roll away so he and Janice could sleep disentangled...

When we first got married all I could ever think of was those silky stocking tops but after 15 years I got to the stage of a seperate bed so that I could get a good nights sleep without the discomfort of having her pulling the duvet off me, and now after 35 years we have the ultimate answer to our problem, I live in Lancashire and she lives in Hampshire. Absolute bliss.

I still miss seeing those silky stocking tops though

So buy some stockings to wear to bed, lovejoy.

The missus and I share the queen-size pretty well. It's when the dogs come up in the morning that there's a problem.

Lol!!!


I always seem to be waiting until he falls asleep...then, as gently as I can, disentangling myself so I can GET SOME SLEEP, and NOT BURN UP!


You men are FURNACES!!!!

Yup we are kinda hot arn't we

That is the truth!

Not koalas.

Hot's not my problem, and not even her cold feet are much bother. But it's pure hell when I roll over and find her head infringing upon my pillow. I'm minded of that old tune by somebody or other; the one that goes "Take the rollers from your hair; take your mousse, and net and all ... etc." Who was that guy sung it? He'd been there.

I could use a new furnace!

I only know the woman's side of that one:


You're Moving Out Today Lyrics

Artist(Band):Carole Bayer Sager

(Carole Bayer Sager/Bette Midler/Bruce Roberts)


I stayed out late one night and you moved in
I didn't mind 'cause of the state you were in
May I remind you that it's been a year since then

Today the landlady, she said to me (what did she say?)
Your loony friend just made a pass at me (slap him in the face)
Perhaps you might enjoy a cottage by the sea

So pack your toys away
Your pretty boys away
Your 45s away
Your alibis away
Your Spanish flies away
Your one-more-tries away
Your old tie-dyes away
You're moving out today

Your nasty habits ain't confined to bed (Ha Ha Ha Ha)
The grocer told me what you do with bread (what do you do?)
Why don't you take up with the baker's wife instead of me, fool!

Pack up your rubber duck
I'd like to wish you luck
Your funny cigarettes
Your sixty-one cassettes
Pack all your clothes away
Your rubber hose away
Your old-day-glos away
You're moving out today

Pack up your dirty looks
Your songs that have no hooks
Your stacks of Modern Screen
Your portrait of the Queen

Your mangy cat away
Your baby fat away
You're headed that-a-way
You're moving out today

Pack up your fork and spoon
Please leave my Lorna Doones
Your map of Mozambique
Your water bed that leaks

She's gonna beat your ass if she ever sees this thread, alex.

Not only do we have the biggest bed know to Canadian-kind, but our bedroom is very large.

But and yet my petite wife still manages to make it rather uninviting to sleep with her for four reasons.

Her:

Rustling-breathing noises
Garlic / onion / coffee / chocolate breath
Farts
Insists on cold temperatures i.e. 60 Fahrenheit

Me:

Rarely rustle or breath noisily
I use mouthwash before bed
Rarely fart
I like it warm i.e. 70 Fahrenheit

I often escape to a guest bedroom, it's not the end of the world! In fact check this out:

More and more couples in the US are ordering separate master bedrooms in their new homes to help ensure a more harmonious marriage, research suggests

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/6441131.stm

Separate bedrooms improve sleep and marriage for many couples

http://www.signonsandiego.com/uniontrib/20050908/news_1c08abby.html

There is also a famous song by Charles Aznavour - "you've let yourself go"

It's funny, when I look at you
While not a single word is said
I know, I had a drink or two
But that's not what's gone to my head
I laugh and I recall our youth
Perhaps you'll say that I'm uncouth
But it's high time you knew the truth
About the way you make me feel
And what the future holds in store
For I can't stand it anymore

Why should I even try and hide
Whatever I may feel inside
You lie, you curse and you provoke
And then you treat it as a joke
You know, at times you go too far
Even in front of all my friends
How could we hope to make amends
You know that you've let yourself go

You look a sight, sure you look great
Your stocking seams, not even straight
And that old faded dressing gown
Your hair in curlers hanging down
What could I have been thinking of
Was it with you I fell in love
Are you the girl that could inspire
A heart with passion and desire
I gaze at you in sheer despair
And see your Mother standing there

In front of strangers you're the same
You don't mind putting me to shame
You contradict each word I say
Why, you would turn night into day
You like to hurt me when you can
I'm just a rug and not your man
I hit the jackpot, yes, I know
You've let yourself go

At times you're cruel, beyond control
Have you no heart, have you no soul
And as I take a look at life
I realise that you're my Wife
A little effort, not much more
And things could be just as before
You know, you'ld lose a little weight
If you would watch all that you ate
A little style, a little grace
And try to show a smiling face

I couldn't hate you if I tried
I really want you by my side
So try, try and be the girl I knew
Let's really start our love anew
I want to hold you in my arms
And then surrender to your charms
Let there be fire, not just a glow
Come close to me, let yourself go