My Larynx Is On Fire

Really, it is.

Friday night I had this raspy Demi Moorish thing going on which quickly progressed into a faint whisper which quickly progressed into monkey sign language because the only American sign language words I know are "cookie" and "more." This, of course, would benefit me if I wanted "more cookies" during my devastatingly sickly New Years, unfortunately, that was not the case.

So, now I'm back to the raspy voice, but if I don't keep my yap shut, I could probably regress, so I'll write.

I don't know if I can graciously take another "I'll make you an offer you can't refuse" joke. I mean, my own mother was ripping on me.

Strangely enough, this entire weekend, I've been drinking hot beverages, eating hot soups, but ate ice cream last night, and had a soda with ice and found my voice returning.....methinks the Mexican myth of not consuming cold edibles during a cough or cold or things of that nature is a pile of fecal matter! YEAH I SAID IT!

Well, I'm gonna go read now and watch some bad t.v. after that. Thank Brad and Anna for writing to me to bitch that they thought I was dead. They got me off my ass and back into blogspot. And that is why I will marry them. Both.