No Voice
Literally. I have severe laryngitis and a disgusting hacking cough. It's taken up residence in my throat like a college student in a fraternity. It's getting old.

Friday night was prom, and it was the first time I'd really been out of the house in a week so I had a blast. David was "working" so I don't think he'd use the term blast to describe the evening, but he's such a good, good principal. He stands there to welcome the kids as they come in, shaking their hands and high-fiving them, telling the girls how beautiful they look. He knows their names and they love him. We watch the dancing and eat at the chocolate fountain, and I get to wear high heels and look like a lady for one day of the year. It pretty much rocks.

And this year there was only one song I didn't recognize. (Licks finger and touches hip.... tssssssssss) I'm on fire, baby.