Today I have pulled an impressive bocao ass. As I tell you.
was in physical education class, one of the most enjoyable. Suddenly a child laughing encoder in my skirts and I feel a sharp pain, creepy. And cry. Sure. Why is it that I was sorry.
The poor child has been Stand in awe, because I think when you have realized what he did, it was too late. And of course now there I was, laughing. Because if I laugh in public, in front of others, my backside might seem a colander in this course. All imitate grace. But as scolding the poor kid if he has not been evitarrrrrrrrrrrr hahaha.
After all watched me cry.
I've taken and I've been the bathroom. I told him he would miss the class next door to take a picture. Everyone else thought it had punished me clear ...
When I was asked I said, "Do not throw snacks to children, or the breasts either." But I've been able to laugh more ... hahaha.
My partner told me on the playground something that happened at breakfast. When they arrive our students, we mark the name on the bag breakfast.
Open the bag and is in a child's breakfast remnants of chickpeas, rice and what looks like a piece of chicken. With slight smell of pot. My companion immediately
thinks that the girl has not wanted to eat ... and making breakfast pa ... but when I offered the girl carefully, she looks to have no face ever seen ... and my partner falls account ... had breakfast thrown in the trash and brought to school ... would trash the night before LOL.
Well I won, I am of two cans of beer at a breakfast I have not spent. Although once brought me a hot dog with mustard. But with mustard, which had been more proper to say a hot dog mustard.
This bridge I made over four cookies. Nearly five hundred. Between orders and cookies for courses and various gifts.
I leave you the gift of a companion, Elizabeth. A person I love and admire.
The truth is that I made a chocolate cake for his birthday, but when I was going to put in the Transportation, tripped over the cable from the computer and went to ruin ...
gave me a chest to mourn, which falls pa my birthday .... because of my friends are sagraos. So I gave her the next day (with the bridge a little bit more than a day) I brought a basket with these biscuits.
Isabelita I love you much more than I stop to tell you.
I have many unanswered questions ... but before leaving two notices.
1) We moved to a room in the same place larger
We are very happy very happy, very happy.
2) We will make a grand opening party
You are all invited ...
Be atentosssssssssss
The cookie recipe, as it always
I left you a gift fotillo one that left me in the shop my sister today. Ainsssss
illusion that makes us each time we receive a gift. People bother to send anything is ... thanks jo as that ... is that I can not. I can not find words to put inside the little thing that gets me in the stomach. Marisa
gave us this today. Me and my sister. Marisa
began as a student, became friends in a short time and is now addicted client hahaha. I do not feel guilty because it is a pleasure to see their works. She is an artist and ... well as a person is priceless.
I have a theory that when a person has good things inside ... comes out in his works through his fingers ...
Do not you think the same?
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