Month: December 2016
Finally something we can all agree on
You must be logged in to be able to see this content.
How I’d like to spend my days
Take back your huddled masses and push off
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
Annual awkward Santa picture
Every year, the child goes all quiet and shy when he meets the big guy.
Why do I keep having to ask the same thing every day?Â
I dunno.
Getting very excited about the cheese
We’re getting the child his own girolle for Christmas. He’s going to flip. He loves Tete de moine cheese. Bet you didn’t know that in la Suisse, some cheeses require infrastructure.
Somebody needs a little trim down under
This is a shop that sells random decorative stuff in town. They’re currently selling big doggie beanbags. They really should have thought a bit more about the visual effect of using a shaggy box (pun onyended) as a prop for the big red one.
When you really need a tartare fix at 2am
Stop the presses! There is a beef tartare vending machine at the Morges train station. A seasoned. Raw. Beef. Vending. Machine.
God bless the Swiss and their quirky ways.
2016 in a nutshellÂ
This!!!!