sweets from my sweet this mornng. i wake up to a crackling noise. z's just come back from his morning walk and he's pulling a small bag out of the pocket of his jacket. "hey what this? how get here? someone must put in when i walking by pekara*."
* that would be the the local bakery that makes amazing treats the likes of which i've never tasted in the states...
Monday, October 5, 2009
is that a vanillice in your pocket?
scratched out (likely without enough thought) by
a soon-to-be-tumblin'-again tumbleweed
in the minutes leading up to
10:05 AM
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1 people felt compelled to say something about this:
I need that cookie! Get in my belly!
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