My voice has died. Every year from winter till my bithday (in Feb) my voice goes bye bye. I tried to explain this to EJ last week, that when he got back form Vaca and saw me again... that I wouldn't be able to speak right... he didn't understand... Well when I get up there saturday night, He'll see first hand what I'm talking about. Or better, what I meant, as I won't be talking too much.
Time to pull out my irish teas and hot totties... woo...
GO MEL AND MAKS!!!!!!! (ahem)
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