Yesterday our little gas bottle ran out of gas, which put our stove out of action. So here I am, waiting for the gas man. No gas means no coffee this morning, which is harder than it sounds. Yeah, you may scoff. I would, if I had coffee this morning. But I didn't. So instead I've got one of those slight, dull, no coffee headaches, wishing the gas man would hurry up. Ok ok, it's not all self-indulgent. I played around with those little giraffe's a bit and resolved the balance issue. Hurrah! Now they're a happy little tribe of giraffe brooches.
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Loh hans beholdehrrr...they are fucken kewt an that! It's my birthday sewn... I can hardly wait to sea yer sweet face xx
is not nearly your birthday...it's nearly mine...oh wait i get it. It's christmas before ya b'day! :0
I am all headache and no fun without coffee also. Glad the giraffe dilemma is solved, perhaps a headache is worth two giraffe broaches in the bush?
There he goes again, with his double entendres... "giraffe" in the "bush", indeed.
Perhaps the more pertinent question is; is coffee worth the headache?
But seriously, the giraffes look rad! The paper patterns are gorgeous! I want one!
Lillieve, I thought you'd spot that omission! Why do I drink the stuff if it gives me withdrawals? Well now, why did you eat that gross baked potato at the show? Why does Ian write vaguely incriminating comments? Why haven't I mended my socks? Why is tofu so versatile? Why... :0
Yeah ok, you can have a giraffe too. xox
So many questions and not enough double entendres to answer them with...
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