Instead of enjoying the music and food and fun at Festival of the West, I am holed-up in a dark motel room somewhere in Phoenix, wondering if I'm going to cough myself into the next decade.
My voice sounds like Minnie Mouse, my throat feels like I've swallowed hot pokers, the voices in my head have been replaced by beating drums, someone must have stuffed a bale of cotton up my nose, and there is a bell choir performing in my ears !
And that's the good news !
Actually, there IS good news. When I stumbled into the bathroom this morning, it was such a relief to know my hair looks great ! Here's proof.
Front view.
Side view.
For those of you who are contemplating whether to comment or not, save these, they've been posted on Facebook already:
1) Lady GaGa called. She wants her outfit back.
2) Debra the Zebra (not Zee-bra)
3) Blinged. Blanged. Blonged.
4) Sorry about your unfortunate accident with that zebra.
