When I am sick
On a recent trip to my doctor (not the cute doctor but the old knowledgeable one aka Old Knowledgeable One), I told him of my concern that I make throaty, gurgley noises when I am sickly (or becoming sickly). I mentioned this because I'm thinking I may never get a date again. I'm at the point where the mysterious, gurgley noises are becoming part of my personality, like a silly laugh, a quirky guffaw or (as I am aging), my nose becoming ultra-cute like Karl Malden's. OKO laughed
When I'm out among them, I hear guys making weird noises, and they go out on dates - in fact some of them are even married - to people. I've also heard a fair share of men (along with an occasional "woman"), snort (with a hearty blast) mucus up their nose like that was the only meal they would eat that week - a despicable habit that practically makes me want to vomit which is another disgusting noise in the scheme of bodily noises.
Speaking of bodily noises, Hannah shrieked in total fear for the first twenty minutes while on our surrey bike ride last Saturday, adding much to my enjoyment. A small surrey would have had the four of us (especially Hannah) bulging out of the sides of the bike like the Keystone Kops. We rented the bike for an hour which was plenty - the weather was cold and sunny - probably when I caught the cold germ, riding out on that trail