As my sister said, "It is now a perfect world."

I have lost my voice.

The last time I lost my voice was the trip to Falls Creek (a Southern Baptist church camp in the mountains of southern Oklahoma) which apparently occured before I switched over to Blogger and no, I'm not going back to the old blog to find it. That particular loss of voice was nothing more than stress and exhaustion. How much stress did I endure?

Glad you asked.

The Sunday night before we left the alternator went out on the Astro, so we had to re-load a week's worth of groceries and supplies (I was going down as the cabin's cook) into Paul's white truck, a task that literally took all night long. I sat down on the couch and tried to sleep for an hour and a half, but never could. Fortunately Tater had slept the night before (she was going as a cook for a different church) and she drove us there. By the time we got there I was on the verge of puking I was so tired because I couldn't sleep in the truck either, but before it was all said and done, I was awake 42 hours with no sleep. The next morning I woke up with no voice. The next morning both my eyes swelled almost shut. Imagine trying to herd thirtysome people to meals with no voice and also looking like some diseased thing from below deck of crusty pirate ship. It was a fun week. That was also the week that I drove my sister from the camp in Davis to Ardmore to the ER because she had kidney stones. Yeah.

This time I have nothing to blame other than THE FLU which I think is going into pneumonia.

Oh yay.

However, I am staying entertained because when I whisper to the kids, they whisper back. It's totally cracking me up. Abby whispered a reply to me and I whispered back, "STOP WHISPERING AT ME!" and she replied with a whispered, "OKAY!"