From the mouths of babes

I haven't gotten over whatever cold/allergy/sinus fun I've been suffering from since before we left for Istanbul. Things kind of came to a head this week when I went through a record three boxes of tissues in one day and resorted to putting lip balm on my nose because it was so sore.

Thursday my voice started out scratchy but by the time I hit 8th grade English during the last two periods of the day, I was a bona fide baritone.

"Ma'am, you kind of sound like a sir today."

Thanks...you kind of sound like a dead 8th grader today.