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I've been fighting a massive head cold since Wednesday, and I currently sound like Kathleen Turner: very smoky, very raspy. Which lead to this moment:
Me: "I'm researching presses, and I can't find a mission statement for the big one. It links back to the main corporate page and doesn't even give me a decent sound byte."
The Husband: "You sound pissed."
Me: "I'm not."
TH: "You totally sound pissed."
ME: "It's my voice."
Kinda hoping the voice stays until tomorrow. It doesn't hurt and is very fun.
Me: "I'm researching presses, and I can't find a mission statement for the big one. It links back to the main corporate page and doesn't even give me a decent sound byte."
The Husband: "You sound pissed."
Me: "I'm not."
TH: "You totally sound pissed."
ME: "It's my voice."
Kinda hoping the voice stays until tomorrow. It doesn't hurt and is very fun.
