Friday Five: Pajamas

1. What was your favorite sleeping attire as a child? And did you call them pjs, pajamas (to rhyme with llamas), pajamas (to sort of rhyme with bananas), jammies, or ???
Being old school, pajamas (to sort of rhyme with bananas), then night shirts, when they came into style in the 60's.

2. Favorite sleepwear put on your own little ones, or perhaps those you babysat? (Bonus points if you made it)
Un, no answer for this one,.

3. How about today-do you prefer nightgown, pajamas, undies, or au naturel?
A t shirt, preferably gotten for free, advertising various computer companies, by beloved. Or depends on the occasion!

4. Silky smooth or flannel-y cozy?
Summer and Winter

5. Socks or bare feet?
Winter and Summer.

A New York Story

I was shaken and scared....

I had a busy day, brunch with a group of friends, then a long walk, shopping at the Strand bookstore, a walk through a street fair etc. We took the cross town bus across 14th street-the traffic was heavy. BL wanted to go the the Chelsea Market for fresh vegetables for tomorrows party-for the grill. I was tired- and had had enough walking and just wanted to go home. So, I walked to the Market with her and then grabbed a cab. I got in, barely hitting an Explorer with my door. As I was closing the door, someone was holding the door. "You damaged my car!" said an irate blond middle aged woman with a Germanic accent and two children in the car. I looked and there was a small mark-not a dent, not a scratch just a ". She was holding the door and demanding I get out, speaking in a loud and angry voice. I refused. If you drive in NYC, you expect these little marks. She was insistent. Holding the door and reaching for me until BL came back and said 'don't you touch her.' I was at a loss. I felt that I had done nothing wrong. Our is full of such little marks and dings. As a pedestrian I have no insurance against making little marks and felt she was about to get violent. I was exhausted and just wanted to get home. A crowd was gathering. One man came up and said 'you have your rights, stand firm. BL finally suggested she call the police, so she did. While she did that, I also did and explained my situation. While I was on the phone, she got in her car and drove off. I was shaken and exhausted.

Street drama in NYC.