Moo! The Musings of a Plaid Cow

Human memory is a wierd thing: it seems that important things come and go, while other semi-useless bits remain around. Like these vocal warmup exercises I learned in my high school drama club:
* Roll those big round vowel sounds
* She makes a proper cup of coffee in a copper coffee pot
* What a to do to die today at a minute (or two) till two. A thing distinctly hard to say, but harded still to do.