Baby It's Cold Outside!

In true Global Warming fashion it is a whapping 20 degrees for the high in the Knoxville TN area today. The good news is, that is going to feel warm right about tomorrow when we are predicted to be at 5 - FIVE - degrees for a day or two. This is a sad state of affairs for a family living in an unclimatized 1980's motorhome. "Awww", you say, but "don't feel to sorry for us" I say....Actually last night we moved into the house - with the functioning heater! and slept on air mattresses. Yes, the hippy life is alive and well at ThistleDew Farm but we're movin' toward domesticity! These are the times we'll look back on and laugh and admire how tough we were!!!! If we live that long!

This temperature reminds me of something I've done with Ashley aka The Princess since she was born eight years and some odd months ago.....and also reiterates what I posted a few days ago about having this tick that requires me to complete certain
words with published works - like I can't say "I don't know why...." without ....inserting "she swallowed the fly". I can not say "It's cold outside" without performing it in a singing voice and prefacing it with "Baby".....insert Dolly Partons voice as you say the line

Anyway, I always used to sing this to The Princess when it was cold....it's kind of our thing. Do you have a link with someone like that....now all I have to do is say "Baby It's Cold Outside" and she says "I really must go"....come to think of it, she says that everytime I burst into song (which is always spontaneous and often)....hmmm maybe there's something to that.

I often feel I'm living in a musical, and since I'm a limelight hog, I sing the lead parts just in case....who knows, we could be living in an alternate reality as a t.v. show - I want to look and sound my best.....

Really, I'm not bonkers, it's just cold outside....

Here's a few titbits taken from Wikipedia: "Baby, It's Cold Outside" is a pop standard with words and music by Frank Loesser. Loesser wrote the duet in 1944 and premiered the song with his wife at their Navarro Hotel housewarming party. The female voice in the song is called "The Mouse" and the male "The Wolf."[1] The lyrics consist of his attempts to convince her to stay with him at the end of a date; her indecisive protests reveal that although she feels obligated to go home, she is tempted to stay, partially because, as the title suggests, "it's cold outside." In at least one published version the tempo of the song is given as "fantana," a humorous reference to the composer's name. The recording by Margaret Whiting and Johnny Mercer was recorded on March 18. 1949 and released by Capitol Records as catalog number 567. It first reached the Billboard magazine Best Seller chart on May 6, 1949 and lasted 19 weeks on the chart, peaking at #4. Today, this is the most commonly heard version of "Baby, It's Cold Outside" and is often mistaken for being sung by Bing Crosby and Doris Day.

I really can't stay
But baby, it's cold outside
I've got to go away
Ah, baby, it's cold outside
This evening has been
Been hoping that you'd drop in
So very nice
I'll hold your hands,
they're just like ice
My mother will start to worry
Beautiful, what's your hurry
My father will be pacing the floor
Listen to that fireplace roar
So really I'd better scurry
Oh beautiful, please don't hurry
Maybe just a half a drink more
Why don't you put some records on while I pour
The neighbours might think
Oh baby, it's bad out there
Say, what's in this drink
There's no cabs to be had out there
I wish I knew how
Your eyes are like starlight now
To break this spell
I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell
I ought to say no, no, no, sir
Mind if I move a little closer
At least I'm gonna say that I tried
What's the sense of hurting my pride
I really can't stay
Baby don't hold out
Ahh, but it's cold outside
I simply must go
Oh, baby, it's cold outside
The answer is no
You know it's cold outside
This welcome has been
I'm lucky that you dropped in
So nice and warm
Look out the window at that storm
My sister will be suspicious
Oh, your lips look delicious
My brother will be there at the door
Like waves upon a tropical shore
My maiden aunt's mind is vicious
Eww, your lips are delicious
Well maybe just a cigarette more
Never such a blizzard before
I've got to go home
Ah, baby, you would freeze out there
Say, lend me a comb
You know it's up to your knees out there
You've really been grand
I thrill when you touch my hand
But don't you see
How can you do this thing to me
There's bound to be talk tomorrow
Making my life long sorrow
At least there will plenty implied
If you caught pneumonia and died
I really can't stay
Get over that old out
Ah but it's cold outside