Saturday, November 26, 2005
Sexy Voice
6:48 am | 
Posted by
Cat |
I love spring.
The summerish days flirting with the odd thunderstorm - and when it suddenly gets 'too hot', it spins cold again. Then when you get out all of your winter clothes again, the clouds disperse and you're left with an unbearably steamy heat.
No really, I love Spring. It keeps me on my toes.
Yesterday poured continuously - which was great for the kids (HA!). They were crawling up the walls (a few literally...). So when I had to walk 32 hyperactive little bodies through the rain to the otherside of the school for assembly I could hardly expect decorum. I'm just counting my blessings the principal didn't walk past at that moment. He would've seen 32 kids screaming through the rain (yet taking their time moving into the building...) and a saturated teacher trying to hide a huge grin.
As a result I think I got a bit of a chill (seeing as I had to be the first out of the building and the last in, consequently I was the soggiest). I've woken up with a voice an octave lower than what it was yesterday and with a husky edge. Love it.
Get soaked. Sing loud.
I love Spring.
xxx
The summerish days flirting with the odd thunderstorm - and when it suddenly gets 'too hot', it spins cold again. Then when you get out all of your winter clothes again, the clouds disperse and you're left with an unbearably steamy heat.
No really, I love Spring. It keeps me on my toes.
Yesterday poured continuously - which was great for the kids (HA!). They were crawling up the walls (a few literally...). So when I had to walk 32 hyperactive little bodies through the rain to the otherside of the school for assembly I could hardly expect decorum. I'm just counting my blessings the principal didn't walk past at that moment. He would've seen 32 kids screaming through the rain (yet taking their time moving into the building...) and a saturated teacher trying to hide a huge grin.
As a result I think I got a bit of a chill (seeing as I had to be the first out of the building and the last in, consequently I was the soggiest). I've woken up with a voice an octave lower than what it was yesterday and with a husky edge. Love it.
Get soaked. Sing loud.
I love Spring.
xxx
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