Apropo of nothing - my grandfather would sometimes use the expression, "Well sniffling cats!"
But I think sniffling is different from snorfling.
Also, you can tell it's not gonna have a happy ending when the main guy's all bumpy.
Tara ,'First Date'
Natter 40: The Nice One
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
tommyrot - Nov 09, 2005 8:00:43 pm PST #2685 of 10006
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Cass - Nov 09, 2005 8:06:21 pm PST #2686 of 10006
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
It was like snoring with a cold, some whuffling, and a lack of commitment.
aurelia - Nov 09, 2005 8:29:21 pm PST #2687 of 10006
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
PERKINS!
Lee - Nov 09, 2005 8:33:20 pm PST #2688 of 10006
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Yes?
aurelia - Nov 09, 2005 8:34:42 pm PST #2689 of 10006
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
Just wondered if you still had the hiccups.
Lee - Nov 09, 2005 8:35:34 pm PST #2690 of 10006
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Hee.
Nope.
Lee - Nov 09, 2005 9:02:51 pm PST #2691 of 10006
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Why am I suddenly wide awake?
aurelia - Nov 09, 2005 9:32:40 pm PST #2692 of 10006
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
Nocturnal nature is contagious and you've caught it from the cats?
Lee - Nov 09, 2005 9:34:12 pm PST #2693 of 10006
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
That could be.
Of course, at least one of the cats is asleep on my bed right now.
aurelia - Nov 09, 2005 9:37:27 pm PST #2694 of 10006
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
Of course. It's once you try to go to sleep that they want to play. It's in their bylaws.
I have one more bit of paperwork to do before bed. I'm going to have to sleep to music though. Otherwise the Oliver! earworm will continue thru the night (much like last night and all of today).