Literally, don't make me laugh right now. It devolves into leaning over the side of the couch coughing/vomiting lung goop into a pot. (Too graphic?)
Anyway, this made me laugh this morning. Which I really wished 5 seconds after, it hadn't.
I got a text which reads,
"Hi, Sister Tree! Could you give a Sacrament talk this coming Sunday?"
I replied that I couldn't commit to that because of this horrific case of Bronchitis. My larynx is so irritated I can barely speak above a whisper and for no more than a few minutes at a time.
I sound a bit like a cross between Louis Armstrong and the Mouth of Sauron, whispering. It would frighten adults and children alike. Not a good sound.
This is the first time I've ever declined to speak in church and the reason I can't speak is because I can't speak. The irony is priceless.
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