My voice is broken

My cold has progressed to the Foghorn Leghorn voice stage. I sound less like a sexy whiskey and more like a Wolfman Jack.


I am definitely losing my voice. I mentioned that everyone will probably not miss my beautiful voice all that much if I do, and someone actually said “I always miss your beautiful voice when you’re not here.”

Aww…that was sweet.


Published by Bexley Benton. (Pen name)

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog.

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