Dear
I'm sitting at the kitchen table with a view to outside. Said look promising along with rain and cold temperatures, nothing really good. Except maybe that one must have a guilty conscience, remains today one lazy Sunday in baggy "Home Dress," with without Meik-OEP and Föhnwelle - because you have one.
So I'm not, certainly not today. Longer as the direction of hedgehog after tsunami. But this remains between us.
in the text ... as I said, I just refresh outside the charter of the idle and doing nothing glubsche in the cold water ... but then I jogs straight man and woman FitForFun in my astonished cone of vision. More precisely, he jogs. With impressive strongly resilient kangaroo hopping step, durchgedrücktem Cross and leave soaking balding gaily into the murky darkness of the holding after smelling snow day. Flushed with pure testosterone-driven masculinity and cheese Blank pale calves. With a lot of this "what I'm a guy!" - expression on his face.
YOU, the woman FitForFun know with near certainty that neither the word nor FIT FUN. FitForFun Lord knows, I think, also not so good. I fear to their disadvantage that they fidget just from misguided sense of solidarity, against better knowledge, or even be-no-longer-single-sympathetic and tactical motives behind him. The beautiful and always warm, original decorative Pashmina Schawl they could save ... has, meanwhile, desperately with the abundant rain water soaked and hangs like a dirty kitchen rag around her pale, Red-speckled, ring end face for air. Just like their hair. They are reminiscent of cotton-waste.
Oh dear ... I think my cold good degree, the prevents me today such.
And my husband, the Schätzu-cat, which I find good. Because he hates jogging.
Where ... yesterday I quarreled with Mr. Schätzu hangover. Why? So that's a long story. And they were not so funny, howl we would have. Now hear out times:
Against my bad cough for the night so I was prescribed a codeine preparation, verklickert which the cough center, that he is not irritated gaaaaar Sternenzauberli and therefore should not be encouraged to cough, do. Bad thing is, if the Sternenzauberli on the codeine compound that no longer asthmatic and endless coughing and reacts almost suffocated. Itself, the heart of boys and probably the immediate vicinity of a sleepless night brought. Sorry!
weakened yesterday as well and so I was forced to blogger-free day.
people - I do not tolerate codeine. I know yesterday.
Katerli-Schätzu then trotted in front of the doctor and explained to yawn and pitiful exhaustion sign my borderline condition. His also. He has got good words and I new a brew of primula, thyme, ivy ... Rat poison, shredded mushroom and high doses of other poisons. I presume.
Ok - admittedly, it works. But probably only because I am on the way to nirvana and is no longer muster the strength to cough! The stuff is so follows grottenbääähwääähneeeewillnicht that I am close to it, to subject my cat-Schätzu unfair intentions.
With the eyes of an eagle he dutifully monitored the time-and dimensionally accurate capture of the aforementioned drug. Smiles when I am disgusted shake and looks very well that I would force every last drop of this liquid nausea in me. Steichelt then tangled with the shed.
this be love?
He says yes.
I choose this if I am free of drugs and then again in his senses. Am I
soon.
wanted to say I have.
Tomorrow we go back to work and I look forward to!
BEAUTIFUL SUNDAY YOU ALL!
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