I didn’t realize there was a such thing as single malt rum…why are we all whispering anyway?
shhhhh…i don’t know..
That wasn’t whispering, that was the sound of my voice muffled under a pile of work.And since I’m here, it’s piling up and I’m getting even more buried. Help..meee…
WELL, YOU HAD BETTER GET BACK TO WORK THEN.…whoooops, sorry, that was my ‘outside’ voice… 
St. Bernard is unnecessary. I’ve dug my way out of my pile. Wahoooo!!! Now to attack some other [fun] projects waiting in the wings… I don’t know why I’m sharing that with everyone, it must be the headiness of having my very own thread getting to me. Either that or my brand-new-to-me bevy of flutes sitting on my coffee table. ::rolling on the floor in glee::
I’m so glad that you have gotten ahead of your pile of work, ad!! Yes, now on to more fun things! 
I don’t know why I’m still whispering…it must be amar’s fault
shhhh…it’s always amar’s fault..but..shhh…
I AM shhhhhhh-ing!!! How much more shhhhhhh-ing do you want from me? A girl can only shhhhhhh so much you know
Can you all please strum your swimbladders a bit louder please? I can’t hear you very well without straining.
Thanks.