Drag Queens and Teen Boys

My voice has been slowly on the way out all weekend. Last night I said to hubby that it must feel like being in bed with a drag queen and a teenage boy… one second I’m all deep-voiced and husky, the next cracked and classic teen-boy’s-voice-breaking-ish. In a move that shows just how unAustralian this bloke is, he didn’t scream and jump out of bed in a homophobic panic.

Now I’m perfecting my patented Nomesque Sign Language (NSL), because my voice is utterly gone. Maybe it’s divine retribution 😉


6 Responses

  1. My husband gives me SO. MUCH. CRAP! if I lose my voice. There is NOTHING more amusing to him that to SIT IN FRONT OF ME and talk for hours saying OUTRAGEOUS things and STIRRING me mercilessly.

    Fortunately it doesn’t happen very often. Or he would probably be dead. Seriously. I hate it when I can’t be smart back to him. He gets this swelled head thing going and thinks he’s ‘all that’. Drives me nuts.

  2. Heh, Naomi. That’s a man that has his masculinity all worked out. Nothing bogan about your man.

    Bettina, when your sarky hubby does his fun stuff and thinks he’s an ever so funny fellow, have a sign pre-made that says:


  3. Bettina… LOL. Throws things 😉

    Anja… He still won’t wear pink though. Hang on, neither will I *duh*

  4. lol, love it.

    Hope you are feeling better soon.

  5. Are you alive, honey?

  6. *smooches*

    WS – thanks 🙂 I’m just snotty now 🙂
    Anja – Alive, but feeling a little crappy. Thanks for checking, luv

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