On Saturday night Gabe and I went over to Becky’s house for dinner. We had a fantastic time and we stayed up way too late just talking. As it neared 1:00 am I noticed that my voice was a bit more – um, Kathleen Turner than normal.
I woke up the next morning and I sounded more like Denny Green after a game.
I’m sorry. Was that too random? What I mean is that I had lost my voice.
Then we drove home. 910 miles. Do you know how difficult it is to threaten the children in the back seat when you can’t make any sound?
Thank Bog for e-mail and the interweb. This way Mommy at Work can hear me trash talk her just fine when I tell the entire blogosphere that I beat her 144-72 in fantasy football this weekend.* That’s right, you heard me. I DOUBLED her score. Lapped her. And I did it while Adrian Peterson (the Purple Jesus) sat on the bench.
In case you didn’t quite catch that:
GOON SQUAD SARAH (aka All Hail the Hypnotoad): 144
MOMMY AT WORK (aka Indianapolis Easy Money Tramps**): 72
* No comment on my Blog Pound loss to L.A. Daddy. I seem to have conveniently lost my voice.
** That is seriously her ff team name. I wasn’t making that part up.