Works, proverbially said: In Christi, Friday and Sunday ... Although in my case this Saturday and Sunday is not fatal. With care for Little, no problem. M. at home, so Stand by me together and have fun.
What a pleasure to return to the hut, to be the threshold Kwiki witanym joy, a child in his arms wtulające hug and say, "mami? Where were you?". And still she says that at work ... unfortunately, this has not yet Marie grabs. After her mother stayed with her non-stop why not now? M.
tries to stand up to the task, and when the house sits, "pitrasi 'lunches. As a rule, they are "cash" or sauce from a jar, chops in the microwave with Aldiego, cooked rice or pasta, and dinner .... like this doll.
That's all it is not, however, the gist of what I'm going to write today's post-transfer. M.
the upcoming Valentine's Day organized by the concert tickets. Well I will not say nice, but .... um .... no good-it was nice. If he runs a musical taste, we're a tolerant rouzmiemy (so to speak?), But the music team-do not like. There are moments of shared, that he showed me to do something persuaded, or I it, only that M. stadium style events, not fancy.
So on Saturday we were at the concert .... poszalałam, pobujałam to the rhythm of Kastelruther Spatzen ....
As seen in the reproduced image, not sitting close.
M. on Sunday covered in a deep armchair. He stopped ...... then uttered memorable words.
-Now I can die in peace.
- Something wrong with you? The head is not working so well, because otherwise you such bzdetami us fed.
-No. All right. Podołałem life tasks. I have a wife, fathered a super child, I was at the concert .... Kastelruther Spatzen What else to be happy I could be missing? I can die in peace.
So ... a man fulfilled.
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