The fat days are over. Now and ever.
"And how did you spend Christmas?"
the first time I cut a festive roast and it ended up that the birds divided into thirds on the table and the "then each fillet for themselves" on the plates arrived. For dessert we had eggnog and every one slept blissfully on his favorite place in the living room. Otherwise I would not want it. And yet it was this planned, independent, and also the family, closer to their own love and life. Fairy tales can not do, they just happen.
"And New Year's that?"
Och ... to 20:00, we were rotzevoll and went so well at half past ten sometimes on foot going on; through the deep snow in the city. Our favorite restaurant we ordered wine and pizza at a woman who we wanted to massage her feet after midnight. It was nothing, for the pussy has never brought the pizza. A nice Matroneuse was very uncomfortable and then they are proffered at the eleventh hour quickly Berliner pizza, and ice. We ate in the new year and were so fed up that I threw up a hair of a waffle. At half past four, we waded back home, met a friend and waited. The Galan came, we slept soundly. On New Year's morning, there was sex, rolls and a good movie. In the evening, almost the same again. Not quite as rich, but with more cheese. The second January morning, we welcomed back consistent with pizza and became willing to start earlier with the need to drink. After we tried on clothes for about an hour at H & M but not bought, we were drinking cocktails at 16:00, one has no other joy. Farewell.
Come back, I do not get to the honey jar.
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