… dear Eliza, dear Eliza…
Today’s wishful thinking
One day… one day I’ll have this.
This really is a hard problem
If it was easy, someone else would have already done it :P
DSOTM tattoo idea
Revoila Réal V. Benoît
Vive le Joual
Un gros mangeux d’suçons pis d’gomme (live)
This will make Pops happy.
Morges, Parc de l’Independance
This is where the tulip festival is. It’s also 5 minutes from our house.
Lovable asses, the lot of them
I had to phone in to a meeting this morning. This is what greeted me when I came om the bedroom to get my phone.
Bastards.
Milking for all it’s worth
On the way back from his scout camp, Bean tripped over a tree root while playing and did a running superman wipeout that ended up with him badly spraining his ankle. X-rays don’t seem to show anything broken, but he can’t walk on it so as a precaution, they gave him a plaster splint. Right now, he’s hobbling on rainbow-colored crutches, generally being in good spirits, but enjoying the extra attention :)
My mother told me never to eat singing food
I soooo want to put this as an easter egg in the nutritional application we’re working on.
How the scout meeting ended
Katy loves the Swiss scouts. She keeps saying “my brownies were never this fun. All we ever did was play rounders”. It should be noted that, besides his last-minute injury, Bean enjoyed his camping trip and it was the first time in a looong time that the St-George camping weekend didn’t get rained on :)