Soar throat. ..

I thought this was the worst soar throat I ever had... or I had long forgotten how soar throat felt like... till now.

So soar... that I could hardly utter any words...

When Renee poop and I needed the toilet, I used my last voice to ask if my husband would be done soon... The respond I got over the door was "...couldn't hear you, can you speak louder?"

So, I gave up and went to the kitchen toilet without the bb seat cover...

So soar that I could hardly discipline the girls when they went too far 'playing' , or rather, hitting each other... I felt like a botttle of exploding cola...

Speaking of cola... Dear bought a 1.5 litres of cola for me. He said that its good for soar throat! We put some salt and it became some salty and non - gassy cola... which looked like some Chinese medicine that even Renee didn't ask for a sip...

Dear was probably the happiest man in this house. He always would be, anyway, since he's the only man here. He was excused from my daily chant because I couldn't talk much now... and even if I tried to... I would just sounded like Zhen Zhi Wei (HK comedian) talking... which was so amusing!

Anyway, I had felt much better after resting my throat for almost a day. By talking less, I observed and listened more. I thought that I had learnt and gained something, though I still love to talk. Hee! 

Watch out, Dear, I might talk double in the next few days to compensate this weekend... kekekkee ^^

Phoebe's First sand stamping... that's something she did before her sister. Pretty amazing, huh!