Ok, then we have made the commitment to write and post a good pace, otherwise the effort of the revolution and the move has been the useless.
What can I say?
This week it was like slipping into a food processor. My phone has not stopped ringing, and customers begin to knock on this door, and sleepy after the long summer break.
What then, the profession is. There are times when it seems that you should not share more, but I think that I'm doing here? and then when he leaves, he does great, and immediately you find yourself gasping in the midst of the files and records to date.
And in addition, there has also put Mr. Free, to spoil the party.
And okay, but I tell you to do '?
Rather, they are again leaving for the weekend.
This time, through good good half of Italy, and I go to the wedding of S., in Monferrato.
Actually, I do not have a big boost.
Days a bit 'freschine and the fact that my cleaning lady has run secluded and my house is a battlefield, would prompt me to shut up at home with the cover on his knees, holding a book and usual steaming tea.
But you can not.
So, certainly we can not lose yet another exchange of rings, which, moreover, this time it involves me with a particular affection, seeing that I already had a few posts dedicated to St, and I've seen the birth and growth this pair from the start. Who would have said, that evening in summer when we walked in the night centro e mi raccontava che, in fondo, lei non era poi così male?
Eggià… l’ennesimo matrimonio che non è il mio, l’ennesima promessa di un per sempre in cui mi sa che non credo più. Anzi, ne ho la rassegnata certezza.
Ma va bene così, in fondo.
A S. e la sua bella V. auguro che sia davvero per sempre, ché due più uguali non li ho mai conosciuti.
Mi hanno insegnato che, se lo si vuole, tutto è possibile, anche prendere un brevetto da sub in tempi record, per sposare l’uomo che ami in subacquea, e sono contenta di esser presente alla loro favola d’amore.
For me it will be an opportunity to see old friends, new jobs, a nice atmosphere. I just hope not to go too melancholic ...
My mini trolley, and of course strictly pink (no comment, please) is ready and full of tricks, hair straightening, clothing, shoes so that at least two pairs then choose two bags ceremony, and everything else. You can not understand how much stuff need to be present, to a certain age ...
Happy weekend everyone.
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