Baby is three... see attached picture (should have called it Son of Sam for obvious reasons
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About that exercise... well, hubby gets most of that since I'm at work most of the day and his office is at home. And iIt shows: hubby is in really good shape by now...
he attended a festival two weeks ago, and he wanted his hair bleached and undercut. Well. We had to do all this after we had tucked sonny in, so it was pretty late. Hubby went to sleep with wet hair because it was so late, and they left early for the festival the next morning, so I saw him after the return roughly a week later.
What do I say, his hair was white and orange, and with the undercut and shock of curls he looked like Depeche Mode's Martin Gore!
Our darkish bathroom lamp had tricked me that ominous night. But well, at least the color of his hair is exactly the color of his beard now...
Being single can be a lot of fun, but circumstances must be right, of course. If you don't like being single, mentioning to 'make the best of it' all the time won't help
. Thinking about why you keep on picking the wrong guys all the time won't make it much better, either... sigh...
Well, I had linked my Dot sig and profile to this place before I pulled my plug over there - great to see that you fell into my trap
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It will take quite a while until you'll be able to read the you-know-what (if at all): right now, I have a third of what I'm supposed to deliver by October, and what I'm supposed to deliver by October is roughly a quarter to a third of the whole affair. Besides, 'delivered' doesn't necessarily mean 'sold', and... well, I was asked to write it in German, so there.