An "Ask Auntie Lowan" Digression.

I do so adore pillow talk.

Yr pillow talks ?????

Damn, I will be very careful in lending it to someone else

It does, it does!

And my comforter is flatulent. (Unlike Alpen-folk, though, I do not keep a poof on my bed.)

dear oh dearie me...

Huh ? Pls explain !!!! I did not get the joke !!!!!! WAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

Flatulant poofs, I'd rather talk about the pillow talking.

(how, oh how do the gassy comments always bring miss lola out of the woodwork?)

g - my memory is that in switzerland and austria they call big goose-down comforters "poofs" -- though this may have been a joke that went over my head...

Super G

I had a sort of similar toothy-peg type experience a few months ago! You have my heartfelt sympathy. When the swelling was particularly bad, my face took on such an unusual shape - like a small mountain growing out of the right side of my jaw. I couldn't eat for a while though - so....not all bad.

Couldn't eat after the surgery either - things had to be pureed - yecccchhh! I think your mum will have to come over and look after you!

But my wisdom stayed intact! Didn't have any before, no-one could believe that I had wisdom teeth, because of the obvious lack of wisdom, and I'm not apparently much worse off now!

milkshakes, man. if you're going to eat blended food, make sure it's sweet.

patiodog,

what an interesting question. It does seem to be the case. How observant you are. hummmm...... I'll talk to my analyst about it right away. But really, I said I'd rather talk about pillow talk. Is there some part of that you didn't want to hear? :wink:

Not at all, Lolie.


So what about pillow talk? (You should be warned, though, that any comments about Rock Hudson and/or Doris Day will draw a harrumph....)

Well, who was it brought this subject up? I just wanted to hear more. I'm always good for a go.

Who was the guy dressed up as Doris Day with Rock Hudson in Pillow Talk? Maybe Dennis Day?

I don't know, but he had freckles all over his face. (getting set for the Harrumphing.)

That's Boris Day, I think. At least he stayed away from the antimusical yodeling...



(ha



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Now Morris Day, that's music.

WHAT TIME IS IT?

Hiama is in a daze with all this talk of " days " so as its night he thinks about nights, and nyce and gneiss and nice and knights.

Explain the night to me, explain the stars.
Explain the way I feel, explain the scars.
Explain the outline of the trees against the sky.
Explain the tangled words of love we can't untie.

Explain the night to me, explain the black,
and how the light was lost and how to get it back.
Explain the rising of the waves to swallow sand.
Explain how difficult it is to hold your hand.


Explain the night to me; the pregnant moon.
Explain the sudden urge, the empty room.
Explain the way to blue and all the space.
Explain the make-up swiftly streaked across my face.

Explain the night to me, explain the past.
Explain the thrill of love and why it cannot last.
Explain the rings that slowly spread across the lake,
and how to someday learn to live with my mistakes.


Days pah-haruummpph and grrrrrr-give me a good night any day !

very nice. (see, i guess that even though the beast is no longer at the back of the cave, waiting to maul us and eat us, we still feel we must live more fully and immediately when the sun goes down......)




pppppppppppppppppphhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhht!

Pd-how very true, pass the detachable fangs please ...

I just did a Google search for a song that has the line "My time of day is the night time", which is from a musical, I believe, but I couldn't find anything. Is this song a figment of my imagination?