Yes, you need to imagine me with a voice as low and gravely as Barry White. So much so that when my sister called me, she thought she had a wrong number. When the other sister called, she just laughed. Then when my friend called to ask me to take over for her on Sunday because she was feeling icky and pre-laryngit-al (um no, that's not a real word, but hey, the Ny-Quil is kicking in) she listened to me answer the phone and broke out in apologies instead.
I have a cold. Yikes-ola. For the last few years it's like I am an immunological nightmare. Get a cold, channel Barry White and then, in a few days, lose the voice all together. I'm almost through it now, but hey (baby) I can't get enough of your (hack hack sniiiiiff snort wheeeeeze) love. Yeah, the many times we've (cough!)ed, and we made (cough!), we shared (cough! COUGH!) and let me tell you, it is too much of a good thing, and yeah, I'm o.k. with that. Yes, it's enough baby, it's enough.
Yeah, I'm real sexy right about now.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Posted by S'mee at 1:51 AM