Day three of what you might be asking yourself. Day three of not being able to talk. I have some sort of wicked upper respiratory tract infection and since I'm one of those unlucky few that has all the weird side effects listed on the pseudophedrine bottle like fast heart beat, nervousness, insomnia, etc., I'm doomed to go without decongestants and suffer. So, I then end up with a wicked case of laryngitis and those of you who know me personally know I love to talk. So not being able to talk just bites. I actually don't really feel that bad, just can't talk. And I've had enough tea and green tea to fill a swimming pool in the last few days trying to soothe the poor throat. I hope this thing gets over with soon and I seriously hope the kids don't contract it. I don't think I'd wish this on my worst enemy. Well, okay, maybe my worst enemy if I had one. I just really want to be able to talk again.