Yes, The Wife's Christmas Dreams Came True
Don't let anyone fool you, there is a God and he hears your prayers...ask the Missus.
I had laryngitis on Christmas Eve and it just got worse through out the Christmas Day. "Silent night?" "Silent day after," too.
I had laryngitis on Christmas Eve and it just got worse through out the Christmas Day. "Silent night?" "Silent day after," too.
posted by Writeprocrastinator at 7:12 PM
8 Comments:
hahahaha. wise ass. sorry about the laryngitis. I've had it. heal quickly, child.
Katie-lah,
Thanks and I about a third of my voice back.
Have you regained your voice yet? How did you communicate? Pantomime, or did you carry a little chalkboard around with you?
Bubs,
Mostly I croaked a bunch, because I am no Marcel Marceau by any stretch of the imagination. At one point I was going to have the Missus call my uncle and I was going type out my dialogue on the computer.
Sorry about the voice, Froggy. If I ever get that I'm going to communicate by Etch a Sketch. I think it will be fun.
Chelene,
"Sorry about the voice, Froggy."
That's me all over...only with the hair of Buckwheat.
"If I ever get that I'm going to communicate by Etch a Sketch. I think it will be fun."
Typically, the only other times I contract laryngitis, are right after Niner games. Obviously that wouldn't have happened this year.
An Etch-A-Sketch would make sure that anyone that was helping you out, would be asleep by the time you finished your first sentence on the thing ; )
Could you repeat that please?
Dale,
Read my lips...
...because I can still barely talk
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