And I thought my one pound of silly putty was a lot. How about 50?
I was trying to figure out
why my throat was a bit sore this morning. Then I remembered last night’s
karaoke
at the mum-in-law’s. We were playing it where we each picked the next person’s
song and we picked some painful ones. It was falsetto city. I’m looking
at the man in the mirror. After that, we played Tri-Bond
in which Vanessa schooled us twice.