Waiting for my flight from PDX to SEA, after a 6 hours of presenting I have NO voice. Is it a bird? Is it a pig? Is it the 153 germ-laden sixth graders? Whatever it is, I feel like death on a saltine. Red-eye flight tomorrow. Concerts this weekend... I love my busy life, but I have no time to feel poopy!
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
322/365 Ugh
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2 comments:
You need some of my "chicken stuff." If everything works out and I can make it to your concert Saturday night, I'll try to remember to bring you some!!! Love ya.
Bourbon!!
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