Friday was a day of celebration. Double F. February, Friday. It's also a cup size in this picture hidden by intense danse stylings.
The sun was doing sunshine so bright in my eyes this morning. It burned so good. Now it's gone and waters are here burdening my journey to the store. I'm conflicted. Torn between physical exercise and frugality. Do we really need anything? Not so much and besides I might be attacked by an angry gang of yobs fueled by drink. I'm safe in my glass hut and I drank some juice. I forgot about juice tasting good. Remember how poule knows about juice, well this poule forgot because water was tasting so good.
Sometimes I also forget about how to make telephones ring. But I always remember how they make their noises and that it doesn't make me want to pick it up. I've got a strange fear of our home phone making noise...It's almost always unpleasant.
Apart from communication fear, I'm doing reading lots of time. Reading of all things. I might get me some brain swell soon, although I try to introduce trashy reading so I don't have a breakdown. And pictures, soooo many images. I still have two eyes despite having dreams about body dismemberment.
Dreams. especially when I sleep. Last night I was sweaty and cold. Frozen droplets chaffing. It just sounds uncomfortable.
I need to encourage some deep thinking in yous. So I will say, "I was practically face amish. OMG"
7 comments:
poule, i really like your dance moves. you got it down pat. looks like a fun brit party and a maybe new shirt.
phoebe snow.
i am reminiscing wholly on milwaukee boy times.
i'm glad you got juice. orange juice is soooo good.
It more foreign party than brit party. The shirt is from Tejas back in May. you should only think about me, not milwaukee boys. Oh it was sooo good juice with mango inside. And thick like butter
Yeah... The thing she doesn't say is that we have juice at home all the time, because I drink lots of it, especially in the morning.
The party was nice, indeed. (Oh, that's so british ;-) )
Actually, it was "lovely" to meet some new faces. I liked it! But couldn't drink... Driving! Anyway, I enjoyed it.
Poule, about your souris probs, I guess the best solution is to get into the war.
First, pack up all food in sealed containers except fruits because apparently they don't eat them, at least, the british mouse doesn't go for 5 a day. Then, set up traps with some bread or chocolate in relevant places, like alongside walls, in corners, etc. And finally, get some poison. This is something I don't really like, but it works pretty well. Since we got poison here, and we put the food away, we don't have much more mice. I think actually that we haven't catched any for more than 2 weeks easy. But you still have to be aware that they will strike back if ever they find food again. Saloperies!
Good luck
I remember that time poule bought prune juice so I wouldn't drink her juice. Only she didn't like it either, so it defeated the purpose. Then Johannes drank it and it made him regular.
That yob sounds scary. That's what happens when you have anit-gun laws. When I need to walk I use my stinky dog. Maybe your should find a big dog to protect you from drunken teenagers, if you don't mind the odor.
no i can't use poison, i'm sorry, but my mom works for a wildlife center and she would kill me if i did.
but don't worry, i don't think my mouse problem is like yours. the problem is merely that i saw a mouse... he's not stealing anything. i got traps, but i haven't used them.
i think about you poule too, but not in the same bearded boy from milwaukee way.
mango juice is so tasty. especially thick kinds.
hahah i forgot about that prune juice story. that was a great memory dat der.
and trying to force anyone who stepped foot into the apt to try it... that was fun.
I like prune juice. I might get some and we can drink it ritualistically at the maison before all events. In a chalice. And then wait for the dust storm that follows. Also, Geraud is going to be Groomsman and then get plowed.
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