I cannot stop channeling Elmer Fudd. All week I have been substituting w for r and l at the most unlikely times. Some of the corporate clients who called me to schedule flights were understandably confused. I always squeaked out of it by immediately saying, "Wascally wabbit!" which explained the reference if not my oddity. I'm trying to not blow my cover as an efficient and reliable professional, but it's difficult when I answer the phone, "Hewwo, this is Wucy."
Actually, this week I blew it twice by forgetting where I was when I answered the phone. One time I started laughing insanely before actually saying anything, which sort of stopped the conversation before it got started, and one time I forgot to identify my company or myself and merely said hello. The person on the other end of the line thought she had a wrong number. Oopsie. I honestly don't know what's gotten into me. Maybe it's post-traumatic stress syndrome. My dog is recovering very nicely from her surgery but I'm a mess.
Maybe this is a sign. I think I'll go watch cartoons.
