Well I know, I know, it's more than 82 leases that do not have lavished my sage advice regarding your exciting lives, which inspired Thirsty for ages-uh-des-z'et -lamps, only had to fall back on the gloomy evenings, flower days, and dark mornings, let alone nights.
I can see it here.
To repair my faults, that you offer?
I is a small snippet of life I'll keep you warm in recent weeks: is it right for you?
I guess so, since the possibilities of interactive discussions are still quite limited on this webpage ...
So here goes:
The other day PetiChat, who has learned to open the trash by now, and also not to cagua anywhere (by dint of wallop, I admit). ..
when suddenly ... !
Not
history goes back further ...
So another day, Zizule buried under tons of stuff to do, comes home to hide in the closet until someone decides to do the housework / shopping / gardening / responses to tenders / torgnolage cat / down pad filled chocolate pear / ... instead (choose).
As nothing happens, it will eventually go out the tip of his glasses from under the wardrobe, and notify the Chosen, quietly doing the household and down the reserves of coffee and toffee / store his papers / repair stuff (choose).
Zizule, bonhomie that infuriates begins to yell because he forgot to pick Elected tomatoes full of snail / clean the cat box / buy chocolate stuffed pear / answer my bidding ...
Chosen, impassive, raises the cat swallows his caramel, mug Zizule by the skin of his glasses and ... began a waltz.
So obviously, the boiling Zizule discovered similarities with the caramel: it softens the background ...
when suddenly ... !
... but no, the story can not start like this ...
So in fact, a night in recent weeks, Zizule taaaaaaard rest to work for (guess what) to answer a call for tenders.
is 22h when the reason he comes back and she decides to chuck everything to steer in Andalusia, where the meadows are green and tender fewer.
It's dark and raining. RSPs are scarce and the slippery pavement. Zizule obviously expects to wait 24 minutes at least, that his favorite means of transportation comes, but, but, but: that he heard it not on the horizon?? RSP !!!!! and in the sense of movement and more!
Quickly quickly it goes up his glasses on his neck, stabilizes his backpack and operates his small legs. She runs the Zizule she runs in the rain and into the night. She rushes, rushes, prepares to jump into the car that is ringing and ...
... is completely and goes under microscope RER: ZIP!
not worry Mom, breathe darling, so good grandmother, only my left leg is actually going to tease the rail, the right is wisely stayed with the little people who also started screaming all in chorus (who said that Parisians are indifferent?), while the upper wing of Zizule appendages (arms, yes) kept the doors open to the RER.
Spend 1 or 2 seconds.
Zizule has hurt anywhere, listened with some amusement the people screaming for the driver (which is 150 meters away) not to leave, is ridiculous and wondered if the little grotesque movement that attempts to redress will eventually succeed. She also praised the lord that the Chosen One is not here, he who would hesitate between good laugh and a good bust-up.
But in fact elected, it is one that occurs at that time.
released from the bowels of the car, that's not a double-ty of Rambo, with 20 centimeters below the Zizule, grabbed him under the arms, and you raised me, hop! For the rest a little further as gently a florist who picks up a bonsai coy. I am well disposed to his neck to go together into the sunset but ... I invested my last relics of decency in a restraint for any aristocratic humbly thank my savior, reassure my fans and shaky, I collapse in a corner.
when suddenly ... !
...
(Well really need to go shopping there ...)
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