Before my tonsils were hacked away, I used to have what most people would call a Man voice. In college after a night of heavy boozing, the next morning I'd sound like Clint Eastwood. Sometimes my mom would call, bright and early and when I'd answer the phone she'd ask for me, and I'd tell her it was me. She would insist I was some random guy that spent the night. Half the time she was right.
I completely forgot where I was going with this post. I'm having a glass of Sofia now, while I await the buzz of the oven signaling my pre-sliced pizza is ready to scald the top of my mouth. Seriously, how much more of a lazy ass can I be???