Charmed, I'm Sure
Being Italian, Catholic and raised by very conservative parents, I'm not one to make public displays of tantrums or fuss. My extended family trades in quips and sarcasm. My mother was the Queen of Passive Aggressive world. Me? Well, as you know, I love the occasional whine and wimper.
Today? Well, today I'm in a full blown crabby melt down and considering making an exception and having myself a tantrum.
Sometime during REM sleep my voice left the building. Yes, that's correct. Fever? Gone. Fever blister? Gone. Plugged ears? Gone. Sore throat? Worse. Cough? Worse than ever...ever...ever....
Yes, that's right my throat is actually worse. One of my brother's who was at the BBQ yesterday called this morning. When I croaked a "hello" his reply was, "Rosie? Geez! What did you do to your voice since I left last night?"
Wish. I. Knew.
Reporting to you from "I'm in a POUT Central",
Crabby, whining, feel sorry for poor GG, the blogger formerly known as Rosie.