Well, I made soup. Good kind. With thick noodle raviolis.
Mmmmmm. I am so happy I can hardly contain it. And I learned another cool French phrase:
J'en ai ras le bol. (I'm fed up). Merveilleux...sigh...just wish I had some punkin bars in front of me--to go with the grigio, the dog and the boy..and the stack of math tests that are calling my name.
Mmmmmm. I am so happy I can hardly contain it. And I learned another cool French phrase:
J'en ai ras le bol. (I'm fed up). Merveilleux...sigh...just wish I had some punkin bars in front of me--to go with the grigio, the dog and the boy..and the stack of math tests that are calling my name.
posted by MihErn @ 7:14 PM
2 Comments:
At 7:45 PM,
little sea said…
mine are filled with self pity or i would share...
i'll make a fresh batch for you. but not tonight. tonight i am going to light a candle and finish that bottle of wine.
love you
At 7:50 PM,
Anonymous said…
lovely....no self pity here, please. I was star-gazing just a moment ago with my dog and thinking of you....you made quite an impression on some dancers today. They enjoyed the writing.
Zut alors!
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