Sunday, May 24, 2009

Old All Nighter Wood Stove



Thought. Tell us about your Sunday.
This morning we got up early, relatively soon, and we stuffed the bag with the sandwiches themselves of omelette, mortadella, salami, and choice. coca-cola, Lissa-carbonated water, fruit, and then on. park. PIC-NIC. sun, and maybe even stream, I have to decide.
we lie on the grass and we have the typical stretched napkin of the situation.
then began fighting with glllli animals with transparent wings from which I defended him better than a Jedi warrior.
immediately after we took her hand and we went for a walk but I did not see anything because when I walk I focus on the aspect of path in front of my feet looking at the pebbles and clumps of grass survived. immediately after we lie in the shade to rest a little, he hugged me my bag for fear the stolen. Then he began to read the paper for hours, hours, hours, and meanwhile I was eating potato chips ottomille, I burned my forehead. but glad, heh, that makes me a little tan dark circles disappear accumulated during the week. sigarettina a son and made five, the father playing ball with the P and the children crying hysterically. do not worry, the kiosk selling ice cream. tense, 'I want ice cream too, huh, Let' s go to take. what do you want? mmmm ... this, "NO", this, um ... wait ... no that. YES! This. An icicle? that ice cream is the icicle? Eh, I know it is fresh. AH, I see. do we continue the way home? otherwise caught a re crazy. yeah, come on, come on. we have now, at home, I started to make the marinated anchovies, also said that we make a cake I do not know what, potatoes and mozzarella, boh, light stuff, though. ok,, type that are in the kitchen while he has to do with notes, grapes and mountains and other things. I go there, I approach and say, tense, immAnso feel a desire to have a child?, stop him, no, that is, yes, not yet, for the moment to get on a roller coaster. and then next week we go to Disneyland to buy a chest of drawers.



Rating: 10 *. EMH, 10 +.

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