I think it went for a walk in the glorious fog outside. Will someone help me search for it?
I hate sounding like a frog… I usually talk quietly but now I can’t talk louder if my life depended on it…
I’m sorry, I had a little trouble understanding you. Could you speak up a bit?
What a bummer! Hope you find it. Have you checked the attic?
I’ll give you mine! or at least let you borrow it until we can find yours.
I love losing my voice, I think it sounds so sexy.
Perhaps this is God’s way of suggesting you consider mime as a career.
When I lose my voice, I usually find it tucked into the couch cushions. Didja look there?
Robin
It’s mostly come back. I found part of it in the fog, and another part in the peanut butter and crackers… now if only I could find the rest of it…
I said that to my husband once, and he said, “Lucky me!”
It’s where you left the car keys.
Check the freezer
Ja-a-ack! There’s a bo-at, Ja-a-ck!