I have a lurgy. No... wait. Let me clarify. I have THE Lurgy. By some miracle, the LGBB has not caught it from me. Yet.
My voice is gone *cue Steve praising to the heavens* and I feel like shit. I couldn't even be tempted out of the house with him and the LGBB on this gorgeous sunny day for a fave bev at my friend Gloria's place.
I've been hacking up stuff that would frighten Hazmat scientists. Yesterday, I started hoarsely grating to Steve that somehow I was finding tennis balls from deep within my lungs. Today, he contributed to the metaphor by responding to my haugh-ing and haw-king by calling out from another room, "Ball boy!" I laughed razorblades.
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