held yesterday afternoon in the style of January 2 - when there is no hangover, complete refrigerator, but no lunches dinners - everyone jumps, digging into tasty and with a plate and a glass of walking around the house; lain side by the fireplace, from time to time chasing cats, blizzard remembered youth and sgryzla marital shoe (I stumbled on him at the gate, when the fetch mail - she carefully bite off the backdrop, as some other animals gnaw at the squeaker toy and then loses interest). Rocking the remains, trying to squeal on the face, but she cheerfully shook her tail, substituting belly and stretching - sdurela, swear out a stupid shoe better belly scratched, and the ear and in general - the heat, the fire in the fireplace, smelling than some tasty - what more could you want? And I wish I Nutcracker - to the smell of perfume and chocolate, mandarin orange in his pocket coats, snow and music. And you shoved the rain and the tragic opera by Vivaldi, peasant Polenta and parodies of Santa Claus.
way - in order to improve (kh kh) Italian Follet husband read out loud (loudly, interrupt on each line, to score in the unfamiliar vocabulary). And, sorry, the sex scenes (not that he has them and many) are embarrassed in front of my husband relatives as a child to kiss, When watching TV with my parents. Is this normal? To questions Ke goat ... not gone, but still ...
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