Mistletoe and Wine

Definitely suffering from "growing up". Most terrible ailment, and nigh irreversible, save for the occasional spell of sanity. Not that I think I want to, really, it is fun. Just spent 4 or 5 hours around a dinner-table, and thought nothing of it. Not that I am a stranger to long meals, 2-3 hours on Saturday brunch is quite normal, but I usually tire after no more than 3 hours. And there you have it, the disease has got me!

I love my family, their peculiarity, their quirks and insanity. But, hah, Deli De(focking!)Luca's coffee is nowhere near Starbucks'. I have also come to love Christmas.

P.S. I think I just might get married to my new Playstation; He is sexy, he plays games with sexy graphics, he can do loads of sexy stuff, and he is mine.

Mistletoe and Wine

Definitely suffering from "growing up". Most terrible ailment, and nigh irreversible, save for the occasional spell of sanity. Not that I think I want to, really, it is fun. Just spent 4 or 5 hours around a dinner-table, and thought nothing of it. Not that I am a stranger to long meals, 2-3 hours on Saturday brunch is quite normal, but I usually tire after no more than 3 hours. And there you have it, the disease has got me!

I love my family, their peculiarity, their quirks and insanity. But, hah, Deli De(focking!)Luca's coffee is nowhere near Starbucks'. I have also come to love Christmas.

P.S. I think I just might get married to my new Playstation; He is sexy, he plays games with sexy graphics, he can do loads of sexy stuff, and he is mine.