Just Passing By

The fates are conspiring against me!

I woke up with a hoarse, raspy voice and a sore throat that hurts like hell for coughing all night. I have a teleconference scheduled this morning with a client I’ve never met. So as I drove to work, I sang along the Christmas tunes on the radio hoping to warm up my vocal cords and coax my voice back. During the hour-long phone call, I strained to carry on a decent conversation. It amazed me that he didn’t hang up although I’m pretty sure he didn’t understand half of what I said.

Then  at lunch, an email from HR announced that there was a special ice cream cake in the office kitchen for the December birthdays. Guess who’s in it? Me!

I have waited all year for my birthday cake moment and I can’t even eat a bite because of my stupid cough and colds. All year, starting in January, I watched as everyone was celebrated because it was their birthday month. Being a December baby, I’m last in line of course. Now that it finally came, I can’t even enjoy it.

So as I watched everyone take a nice big piece, my good mini-me kept saying, “Stay away Kaye. You know that’s just gonna make things worse.” And my bitchy-me said, “Of course you can, it’s just a cake that happens to be cold.” Besides, it’s chocolate. And the ice cream looks really creamy.”

Well, all I can say is, My. Birthday. Cake. Was. Sinfully. Good.

Oooops.