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So, Valentine´s was good. Seeing that my boyf was going to be away for the holiday cause he had to go visiting his brother in San Martin, that is a town 300 km from here, we had our Valentine´s dinner early. And he cooked. And he arrange the table in the balcony, with candles, and flowers and all that. It was rather sweet.
And now I´m all alone in the house. Well, not all alone, the munchkin is with me, but seeing that she can only speak a handful of word and half of them are in her own language, I´m gonna safely assume that there are better conversationalists out there.
The weather keeps changing. We were being roasted alive a couple of days ago, and know the temperature dropped like a dead donkey and we are freezing our asses off. I´m not sure how long my health is gonna stand this unhealthy attack. And, here it comes, I can feel it... Yes, the mother... the grandmother of all sneezes has rained on my parade. I´m doomed. And more so cause this saturday I´m traveling to meet my boyf in San Martin for my nephew's baptism. I hate to travel with a cold. Don´t think anybody likes it. What saves all this is that San Martin is a nice little town, in the middle of the mountains, with a swiss air, with it´s crisp air, it´s wooden cottages, it´s chocolate houses.
Whatever. I´ll sulk in my house, watching romantic movies and eating tons of ice cream, taking advantage of not having someone telling things like "Really, are you gonna watch/eat that?"
And now I´m all alone in the house. Well, not all alone, the munchkin is with me, but seeing that she can only speak a handful of word and half of them are in her own language, I´m gonna safely assume that there are better conversationalists out there.
The weather keeps changing. We were being roasted alive a couple of days ago, and know the temperature dropped like a dead donkey and we are freezing our asses off. I´m not sure how long my health is gonna stand this unhealthy attack. And, here it comes, I can feel it... Yes, the mother... the grandmother of all sneezes has rained on my parade. I´m doomed. And more so cause this saturday I´m traveling to meet my boyf in San Martin for my nephew's baptism. I hate to travel with a cold. Don´t think anybody likes it. What saves all this is that San Martin is a nice little town, in the middle of the mountains, with a swiss air, with it´s crisp air, it´s wooden cottages, it´s chocolate houses.
Whatever. I´ll sulk in my house, watching romantic movies and eating tons of ice cream, taking advantage of not having someone telling things like "Really, are you gonna watch/eat that?"