I have it.
I had just told my husband on Monday night, “I would love to lose my voice. It’s so cool when people lose their voices and I’ve never been able to lose mine.”
Tuesday morning: Wake up.
“____________ __________ _________________.”
“_____________________ _____________________________________ ___________________!!!!!”
You think that’s hard to understand? Try being my daughter.
I wouldn’t really mind having my voice gone if it weren’t for the crud that has accompanied it. Any spare moments I have are consumed with me in a horizontal position, hoping the man next door will stop banging. Oh wait, that’s just my head.
But it’s okay. Really, it is. As I’m typing this, my husband just texted me:
“Don’t fix supper tonight. I’ll get carry-out from somewhere.”
Boy. How did I end up with such a keeper?
I’ll be back Friday. Hopefully crud-less.
p.s. thanks to Merriam-Webster for the awesome definition.