The emergence of Sarah Patty

I am a woman of few words. In conversation I resemble a 'silent but deadly' fart. I refrain from speaking unless it is important or potent. Given this fact, when I speak excessively - my voice takes a vacation and leaves me sounding like Peppermint Patty.

Yesterday I had the first day of a parent-teacher conference double-header. In conjunction, I had a lot of social time. To make a long and boring story short - I talked nonstop from 8:20am-11:30pm and ultimately lost my voice. It flew out of my mouth and got sucked into the life-sucking black hole of Brooklyn. I am almost certain that my voice went to hang out with my soul.

Whatever....

Day two of parent-teacher conferences was a bit embarrassing. I can't speak. I sound like that stupid 'Peanuts' character and likely look like I belong in some sort of hospital that has tranquilizer darts.

Whatever (again)...

I wanted to communicate to the parents of my students using AAC devices or picture symbols - but this was all I could find...

Two things:

1. Definitely is spelled incorrectly. 

2. This decapitated blueberry of a character has his hand in his pants. 

Sigh.

Whatever.