Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Putting Alcohol In Camelbak

there are days like this ...




































Days when we would like things to happen ... Not necessarily
extraordinary things either, just
eg sudden death of the canary,
or even a cup of coffee that spills,
it's always a story to tell ... or better,
meet the man of my life at the turn of a street,
call me by a major publisher
convinced that I am the future international star of the illustration
an attack by aliens determined to we do battle
engagenant in a bitter struggle for our lives!

When we see everything that might happen ....
Pfff ... but no ... I'm just going to piss all shifts Time ...


Friday, March 26, 2010

Found A Lump On My Bum



It is not much the fairy
About 1m56 she does.
It is not really blonde fairy
Because it is the locks.

She has nimble fingers,
And nothing again.

Macaroons Pistachio, a good coffee
She likes it the fairy.
And the best dessert she does
is the chocolate mousse from the fairy.

She has not had an easy life the fairy, but she
it is made.
He left the man who created it, I wish I knew
bad as had been
A fairy.

His life was like a drawing done wrong,
Colored surpassing.
Leaving White,
As an armchair poorly expanded.

cries muffled
The imperfect love.
Sometimes it is hard, feeling defeated.
Sometimes it is fragile, gentleness fairies.

Sometimes she cries, and nothing works.
Sometimes it loose the laughter of a beautiful effect.

the morning, face rumpled, disheveled
tenderness.
the evening, watching her unfasten,
The desire to eat.
Fairy.
In bed, warm,
whole place and making triumph.
Vilaine fairy.

Who never knows how grew smart
Having always seem to be.
Who never knows how her hair
As if she was struggling to know.

It would leave property on an island and kiffer
Let his hand in the sand, scratching.

It does not combine more than perfect
Fairy.
Love is nevertheless well done,
I love it.
My fairy.

Friday, March 12, 2010

Why Are People Posting Numbers On Facebook

Fairy Girl Two letters

Once again, I just make my dad proud. Video. Failing to have a clear and distinct speech my little aphid has decided to take our beautiful French language through a new passion: letters. What's more logical to me tell you, you, who come so often I read here. Then she likes to read, to guess. To dissect the lower support on which a letter appears. From left to right, from right to left, upside down, right side up, on signs, license plates, packaging, my t-shirts, etc.. Oh Dad as a P! Oh Uncle T as a Tata! Oh Mama as an M, an E as Evan (who would also like it that Evan?) ... brief now she knows all 26 letters, the logical step is now tickle his little brain is: write them! And what's more fun than typing! I'll let you discover that ...

Trivia alternative: Papa made a boo boo I've been getting there. Oh yes! you have a nice blue my baby! It's not a blue dad is a red! :)