H or discovered to have a green thumb. I noticed this morning in the breakfast: a greenish stain dall'attaccatura part of the finger and ends up on the nail. I tried to remove it, lavandomi with dishwashing liquid, but to no avail. I also tried with Vim: nothing. The stain is like grabbed my finger, I entered the skin, in the flesh. It's in my blood. There was to be expected: Mom has always been the florist, these things are hereditary. I wonder why he did live alone now, at twenty-six played. It will be that very day, July 31, at ten o'clock, Mom has officially started work for the new store on the square. Strange
the cycles of life. That was his first shop, the one where it started. He sold dried flowers, were fashionable in those days. It was the first here in the area to make certain stylistic acrobatics with artificial flowers, dried and true. After ten years he sold the shop, she took another. Then he moved again, to work as an employee, then again, in bulk. A sort of meteor. Finally it turns out the owner of its first store decided to sell. And here is that Mom, who with a coupe de Teatre not bad, from day to day to say that I am back to square, to his old shop. Mamma two: the return .
said that, tomorrow morning - read: tonight - I leave for the sea in the company of half a feverish girlfriend. I do not see a sandy beach for six years or so, but this summer I finished my exams, there is a small prize. Mica two weeks, believe that only three nights, time to get wet your feet and burned his back making a sand castle, for which we specially bought bucket, shovel and rake. E mica in Calabria and Sardinia, who believe, ranging in Bibione, that if you're not careful I'll also crippled in the Word trillion. But more than that I do not ask. What counts, after all, is the company, and get away a couple of days.
So, I went to say goodbye before leaving, but above all to give you an appointment. Next week, on this blog comes a new miniseries in installments :
the cycles of life. That was his first shop, the one where it started. He sold dried flowers, were fashionable in those days. It was the first here in the area to make certain stylistic acrobatics with artificial flowers, dried and true. After ten years he sold the shop, she took another. Then he moved again, to work as an employee, then again, in bulk. A sort of meteor. Finally it turns out the owner of its first store decided to sell. And here is that Mom, who with a coupe de Teatre not bad, from day to day to say that I am back to square, to his old shop. Mamma two: the return .
said that, tomorrow morning - read: tonight - I leave for the sea in the company of half a feverish girlfriend. I do not see a sandy beach for six years or so, but this summer I finished my exams, there is a small prize. Mica two weeks, believe that only three nights, time to get wet your feet and burned his back making a sand castle, for which we specially bought bucket, shovel and rake. E mica in Calabria and Sardinia, who believe, ranging in Bibione, that if you're not careful I'll also crippled in the Word trillion. But more than that I do not ask. What counts, after all, is the company, and get away a couple of days.
So, I went to say goodbye before leaving, but above all to give you an appointment. Next week, on this blog comes a new miniseries in installments :
Seal Beach from
(float Beach )
For Fan float , an event not to be missed. For those who do not know what I'm talking about, well, it's time to get a (low *) culture.
Do not miss it!
Kapla
* I am referring to the fact that here and there, reading your posts, I found all sorts of grammatical errors. I apologize to the reader, but the conditions in which I wrote did not allow me to do better. (It will be released soon for download a collection of the series, revised and updated, with hints of the author.)
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