Not my 'writing voice', silly.
My actual voice.
It was lost sometime Tuesday night.
I have been nothing but Squeaky McSqueakerson since.
Kaylee started making fun of me. And I have annoyed Randall (who got to come home from the hospital yesterday, by the way) until I think he may want to stab me.
I know that I really shouldn't be talking.
But it's like when you tell someone not to touch something. The first thing they do after you leave? Is touch it.
So of course all I want to do is talk, talk, talk.
Maybe it's because I know it irritates people.
Yeah. I am almost positive that is why.
I witnessed every adult in this house make a face or cringe every single time I talked yesterday.
I like the fact that I got under their skin.
Because I am all kinds of mature over here.
Shut up! I AM!
I have also freaked out both the cats and both the dogs with my squeak. They see me and know who I am but when I talk to them, they look at me like I am some random stranger. I can imagine them thinking, "This looks like Stasha but it sure doesn't sound like Stasha. So I will just look away and pretend that I don't hear her."
Silly animals.
Today I will seriously try to rest my voice and if there is no improvement by tomorrow, I will try to get in to see the doctor.
It could be an interesting weekend, work wise, if I am not able to talk.
Hee hee!
