Last night I thought of her, looking at the nuts in the basket on the worktop in the kitchen. I thought, 'hey, I'll have him send a good package, with a nice nutcracker like the one found ". Because she loves nuts, and each visit I make him a new recipe for walnut cake. And I renew its stock of walnut oil freshly pressed from us and nuts corner ... Because in its region that it is nuts in bags from China. We
funny exchanges by post, reblochon maroilles cons. Once she even went to the generosity of his chest maroilles load for me, she came to see us in the middle of July and it is 800 km in his company. And it rose again with Reblochon. Less fragrant reblochon! Thus, it can eat at tartiflettes Rebloche 'farmer and I can eat in my Alps maroilles pie. She also descends with beer beer North, she has a mission to show us a comprehensive variety of local produce. In exchange, she goes back with our beers in walnut, wormwood ...
savonnesques We exchange our tests. She made beautiful, the colorful, fragrant. She comes every summer, we walk in the woods behind the house to pick up St. John's wort. The evening's cool, we éffeuillons yellow petals that we try the red fingers, we fill jars with olive oil and they quietly basking in the sun in my garden.
It will have its first small son in a little over a month. She finds his son too young to be a father, just 21 years. But she ended up there and I do often carries, I called Grandma. it makes her moan. I love to moan!
Sometimes she comments here, I often find it virtually elsewhere.
She turns 43 in 2 days. It will not
43 years in 2 days.
She killed herself last night by car, trying to avoid a cat she hit the car in front.
I so badly .... I would stop crying rivers, not least the time of writing this post.
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