Very Dry In The House

A FIRST GLANCE

to me - a sick chicken:
My little voice left, I verskypet yesterday in conversation with our friends Thomas and Lydia. Would that be here speaking blog If you had, you now assured, the most silent silence, the dormant peace, the quietness silence at all. If my
Katerli there ... he'd probably babble something about heavenly states and then make before my litter the muddy orange from the field. But since he is now in my place at least in the morning the guards office, I can safely leave out of my speechlessness - without conceding against words.

And now - TRARAAAA (in the background trumpet and cannon shots are heard, the people cheered and Katerli-Schätzu and yours truly waving majestically in the imperial-blue silk eingemantelten, stately balcony ... or something) - for " new room. " We are still working to find a name - you might have an idea?
So ... forward path, it has become good - really good!
Our "new" room. Far be given to them ready, even in the middle of doing but already discernible cozy. And because

her so brave this time I have suffered through our site, you are also the very first ones to be able to throw a glance at the body shop. Credit where credit is due - as I say only.

The subjects are divided 50:50:

Half of "usable" filled, the other half decorative.

This makes a great mix - and any guests feel right at home.

From this afternoon, we are only then get away - give the A (t) - in German lands in Friends colony (judihuiii!) will therefore have to wait a bit longer. But with my current health status before, perhaps a better solution ...

I - I'm going to Fabienne times. Known to my hairdresser. Reward me. I go as Blondie and come as ... the morning, then you will see! :-)

So either this will be the HAMMER - viewed positively. Or THE Hammer - seen negatively. The odds are like the furniture: 50-50. Half of those questioned were in high praise of it - the other half warns against irreparable Imitsch loss. Imitsch? Oh, I have a Imitsch? Jupiiii - I have a Imitschhhh!

Well, the thing goes in the pants, then I convert to Islam for 3 months and walk around not only disguises. After 3 months, then everything is grown out and I am what I have always been - and remain so in view of the facts will always:

SO WHAT OF BLOND!