a delicate flower of femininity
I woke up today with a deeper, husky voice. I do not know if this is a temporary vestige of my illness this past week, or some new and terrible permanent manifestation of being AGED. A deeper voice certainly does not make me a delicate flower of femininity. I do not know what it makes me, but I do not like it. :O
If you do not think this is funny, then you do not have a very well-developed sense of humor, which you are going to need when you yourself are AGED.
Caption: Is My New Deep Voice From A Sore Throat
Or More Trickery By Old Age
abstract by Annmarie Throckmorton, 2018.