Mama, your eyes are closing! Wha…?
Well, I really needed help with my blog this evening, but my daily advisor copped…er…sacked out really early, muttering something about not enough hours in the day, muscles-ache from a Pilates start-up after a two-week break, friends and their adorable doggy invited for dinner, in short, early retirement, haha. (More on that 🍅-eating doggy demain!)
And so, since I was abandoned and on my own, I had to choose between writing the first chapter of My Great French Novel, or sacking out myself.
Guess which one I chose?
We don’t blame you, Loulou. But make sure you wake your mama up really early in the morning. 😉
Oh, I’m really good at that, well, sometimes.
Loulou – finally the blog opened!! Can’t wait for tomorrow night while the « peeps » drink – and you and I can crunch on the tomatoes. OK. You with the weed. We all have our vies. Mama is still drooling over the margaritas and the wonderful FOOD!! Papa must have said at least a half dozen times those were the BEST spaghetti alla vongole EVER!!!!! And those little fried lentil thingys – YUMMMMMM!!!!!!!! Mama is going t o have to step up her cuisins……
Oh, Mya, you’re mama’s cuisine is better than anything in NICE I’ve heard. And it was your mama who changed MY mama’s cooking by using goat and sheep products instead of cow stuff. But yes, tomorrow we’ll give those cherry tomatoes a run for their money, haha.
So much nicer to snooze. Enjoy, Loulou.
Hey, one has to make choices in life.
Good choice!
My only choice is the snooze ha ha!
Good choice, LouLou !
I thought I had commented on yesterday’s toy post, but maybe I just meant to. C’est la vie !
Yesterday was confusing because mama did two blogs and people were saying from everywhere where is your blog for the day before well the day before was yesterday and yesterday’s was yesterday I’m sure that’s clear