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Ah my dear friends! Your welcoming comments went straight to my heart. Yes, even you who offered amazing discounts on hair-loss treatment and erectile dysfunctionment. A side effect of my glamourous listlessness, I still haven’t taken the time to make final arrangements on the blog. But then again, that’s more fun for the weeks to come, isn’t it. Instead I’ve decided to make jams. “Here she goes again with her stupid cookies cutters and crappy photomontages”. Well snap out of it people (faites pas la gueule) it’s now officially one of my specialties. But today I feel like I’m perfectly entitled to it. You see, I have the flu. (here, dramatic pause to let people express their commiseration) I’m feelin’ the pain (je dérouille sévère). No, I am, seriously. I’m going blind in my More claptrap! (Plus de sornettes!)Read Zimtsterne Stuck in your kitchen due to excessive snowing? Get your circus cookie cutters out and hark the call of the (Alsacian) wild.
boost up the bass baby
National Geographics (cf Les Photographies de la vie sauvage ) is also interested in the tragic fate of small buttery elephants.
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