I just saw a friend who's a singer and her doctor had put her on extended voice rest
I had a brief moment of panic in the car this morning that this would happen to me (we have 4 shows coming up in the next couple of weeks...2 this weekend). I was singing along w/ Ted Leo (who was put on voice rest last year himself) first thing in the morning and I couldn't get any volume at all. I'm thinking the "along w/ Ted Leo" and "first thing in the morning" was the problem really.
But it did remind me that I really, really should get voice lessons someday. I have no idea what I'm doing and I'm sure i'm damaging my voice (such as it is).
I should probably write out a nametag that says, "I can't talk. Aren't you glad?"
bwah! Perfect!
hells no. the rage seems to have burned itself out at any rate, so yay.
Oh good. Both that I'm not catching and that yours seems to be gone.
For now, I have contented myself with setting up a fare alert for New Orleans and going downstairs to smoke.
Shit I'm not currently saying:
Shut yer piehole, you puffed-up jackass.
I am so not saying that either.
What, is the universe handing out ass-hats today?
Yes it is!
Still no word from ExBoss on my severance. Joe thinks he's just stringing it out until we leave. I think another in person visit is in order.
The person I'm referring to is always wearing an asshat. I hates dealing with him.
I think someone opened up an ass-haberdashery outlet store.
Aimee, you're braver than I. I would have given up on the ex-boss after a few emails. But you're right--it's much harder to turn someone down to their face.
Owen's gone Lord of the Flies in the backyard. Barefoot, wild haired, naked and shaking a stick around like a spear. Let's just say I'm glad he doesn't have any little friends with glasses yet.
I should probably write out a nametag that says, "I can't talk. Aren't you glad?"
Oof. Ginger, I'm just glad you can still type!
I have had no actual asshats, which is good. Well, no actual asshats I've talked to in person. Just asshats who sit in their offices and make decisions to score political points without regard to actual people. I hates them. They make me cry.
Owen's gone Lord of the Flies in the backyard. Barefoot, wild haired, naked and shaking a stick around like a spear. Let's just say I'm glad he doesn't have any little friends with glasses yet.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Who wants to reaffirm the date of my vintage suit for me? I say mid to late 40' since the hemline is a bit shorter.
[link] Jacket
[link] Skirt
The color is the charcoal gray tweed in the picture of the jacket.
