Yup. Me. Chatty Cassie.
I was hoarse the night of my birthday, but I still managed to carry on a conversation with Matt at dinner. I was raspy but understandable.
At 1 a.m. I woke Matt up…
Me: Matt! Matt! (I then poke him) MATT! I CAN’T TALK!!!
Me: I CAN’T TALK!
Matt: Are you bleeding?
Me: NO! I CAN’T TALK!
Matt: For God’s sake you didn’t hack off a limb, go back to bed.
And he was so right. I was seriously acting like I had lost a limb or was near death. But to me, not being able to talk is just as bad.
So on Facebook, I post this for sympathy:
Note: Jay is my former boss. He forgets I could kick his ass in a street fight. BRING IT ON LITTLE MAN!
Now my voice is back in full force. I’ve got a lot of making up to do. If Matt is smart he’ll run away or pretend to sleep. Looks like I’ll be talking to the dog.