gì me to write about the pee that I do because immoderate consumption of herbal teas.
I know that I have nothing more to say (read: things are going well and I have no bad things to think about. Talk about the good things is far more difficult and is also a bit 'risky).
Saturday I pruned the plants and I climbed on a bike, a real bike.
'm doing a lot of progress!
I forgot the passion flower on the balcony at 7 degrees Celsius, so that even if those seeds had been intended to give life to something I now have surely prevented them from doing so.
the record of the intelligence is good, even if it came out a lot 'of time ago and then maybe talk about it does not make the scene.
(gi, is quite well? I run out of arguments)
