No need to drive the bulb, I know I promised things, but I had promised mostly macaron wind. In my defense, during the short break of two months, I'm HYPER busy. To make a baby. Those who believe that simply breathing cram major role in the eye to cerebellum produce a baby occupies each day fully. As far as I apply myself damn, I would not turn out a tuna.
And if not, I do not know if you tried to fill your kind tax return with two kids returning the apartment behind you. The worst thing is that neither pass more than ten seconds without a word in edgewise. It's exhausting, these children just talk all the time. I come to touch me thinking back to those sweet moments when they knew still enjoy a nap. In short, impossible macaron to concentrate macaron more than two seconds to write something (can not be Yourcenar daily) (no).
Okay so I can tell you my vacation, except that you're in royal crazy. Especially since they are not finished. The good news is that I think the night. Yeah, this is the only time the bells finally silent. So, I decided to add a new "The first time ...". Figure you because I am a young maiden of many things, such as go to a fabric store (wtf?) Or show her breasts to bribe a mechanic. But as I've never liked to stay longer virgin (I'm Cancer) I enjoy wildly deflowered me the first time. So I'll tell you.
The other thing too is that without writing, I read a lot this summer. No books, do not fool around either. No, I have discovered many blogs sympatic. France is packed with girls with talent macaron GUEUDIN, if you must know. What do complexing anyone.
I would have brought you a story about my first trimester, but in fact, everyone does it. So originality level, I could board. And then all decorated honey vomit and cellulite is super boring to tell. I can just confirm that you no surprise, as the first two gnomes, I swelled like a whale in the middle of water retention. And not just the belly, if you know what I mean. Anyway, I'll tell you that too, it's worth its weight in bulgur.
What else ... If my car does not make me kick of the failure, I leave tomorrow for the last installment of holiday side Biarritz (yeah, you do not care, I know you). I was invited by my poetess Margaux Motin and I do not know what to get him to thank (I'm a polite girl, me, shit). I thought a comic Smurfs, but I'm not sure ...
Yeah this is for real. But I am the poetess a girl who draws too well and that is also in Biarritz. So good, it could almost do it, so do not quibble for a few details, do you.
Wouahou too well the scope of the biarrot macaron designer! At Biarrtitz must eat on a terrace in the harbor, all the way down to the foot of the rock of the Virgin macaron .... Ah, I have a word of man kinder live in: To the question "What was the name the restaurant in the small port of Biarrtitz" darling meets sure of him: "port SaintJean Luz" ....
Vener new here ... I enjoy every new post .. (chuckles and, yes, chuckles) I am taking the history of soudoyage garage, store fabrics, sympatic links .... Yeah, j'débarque, pof, j'prends all .. Yes, possibly also nichonnière ... Nausea macaron circumference euhh nausea, must I leave to others too, right?
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