One week ago this morning, I woke up with no voice. I have not been sick. I have had no sore throat, no fever, no coughing; nada. I just don't have a voice. As a few have kidded, it must be from yelling too much at the Love Bugs. As a result of no voice, I had to relinquish my lector responsibilities last weekend. I can't sing in the car (that's my own personal studio where I belt out my favorite songs), and I couldn't yell and cheer for my boys as they celebrated their first football victory. I'm not a fan of these scratchy vocals.
Honey Bunches: I like the way you sound Mom.
Gummi: Yea, me too. Your voice makes you sound a lot younger.
Honey Bunches: I think she sounds like Adele.
Sweet Pea: Hey mom has a Dell computer.
Pumpkin: I know A Farmer in the Dell.
Honey Bunches: You girls Drive. Me. Crazy.