LOMAT

The mood was set with a dim light. The two of us were lying in bed engaging in light conversation. Ax was talking more about his new job. I was expressing my utter exhaustion because court had lasted until 9 p.m. Suddenly I tell him that I am desperate need of some LOMAT. The perplexed look upon his face hints to me that he is a litte confused. I burst out laughing as I say: I need some Lay On My Ass Time (LOMAT)!!!!
Maybe the vanilla rum and coke that had accompanied my dinner was influencing my ridiculous goofiness. Maybe not. It could just be that I have been known to break out with senseless goofiness at anytime or any place without provocation.