Wednesday, May 13, 2009

sit back and imagine my sonorous tones (just assume it!)

So my wife tells me I have a voice like a chick. Ok, maybe she didn't phrase it exactly that way. She said something like, "Dude, you sound like a chick." No, no. It was like, "You have a little bit of a higher voice." And I was all, "Compared to Barry White?" I mean, wtf? Isn't that figuratively emasculating? I say, "WHHEEEEeeee!" Because that's what a little girl would say.

Actually I take solace in the fact that Lincoln was said to have a nasally, "higher" voice. The talking Lincoln doll that theMonica gave me does fit the bill. But he says cool shit like, "Fondly do we hope, fervently do we pray, that this mighty scourge of war may speedily pass away. Yet, if God wills that it continue until all the wealth piled by the bondsman's two hundred and fifty years of unrequited toil shall be sunk, and until every drop of blood drawn with the lash shall be paid by another drawn with the sword, as was said three thousand years ago, so still it must be said 'the judgments of the Lord are true and righteous altogether.'"

He actually only says a sentence or two at a time, but it's all good. I thought maybe he should have come equipped with a battle ax, you know, to regulate on JWB, but, alas, it wasn't to be and all we're left with is my little girl squeal.

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Blogger Teacher Lady said...

I understand your pain. When I was in high school, I called friend up and her brother answered. He told her that "Janice with a cold or some dude" was on the phone for her".

9:55 AM

Anonymous Stephanie said...

you had me at "wheeeeee"....

2:28 PM


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