I really think all weekends should last three days. Especially when one is sick. Owing to my constant hacking and coughing last night (yep, I'm really attractive when I'm sick), my voice is now mutilated. At times I have a huskiness remniscent of old Hollywood, other times a squeeky whisper, other times a raspy croak. Occasionally a hint of my former voice comes through, but then I usually have to cough again, and my old voice flees the scene. The changing voice amused my first batch of kindergartners, but other than that, it's been downright annoying.
I had a little excitement during my storytime with the first class. Sweet little Cali got so interested in the story (that great classic Norma Jean, Jumping Bean) that she accidentally spilled my coffee all over my arm. Luckily it had been in the cup for a few minutes, so while it did hurt a bit, it didn't scald the way it could have. Poor Cali was horrified - her little eyes teared up and she repeated said, "Sorry, sorry, sorry, Step-anie! Me very sorry!" I reassured her that it wasn't hot at all (yes, I lied to a child), and that I was just fine.
Well, time to go brave the afternoon classes. Hopefully I have enough voice to get through the day.
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