My daughter has a tone of voice that I like very much. I admit that not all small voice of the little ones are delicious. My daughter does not have the slightest dialect. My mother also has a nice tone of voice, but every now and then escapes a fallen Roman or body takes its original Neapolitan dialect, the latter more and more frequently lately.
My daughter yesterday, seeing me go out with a bag full of pots and pans in perfect Italian asked me: "You're going to return the Caccavelli * to grandma?" My face in the mirror of the lift was exactly like Mr. Bean.
My husband has no glaring flaws. Do not drink alcohol, cigarettes fumacchia but casually, of course is a Pisces and has a sweet tooth then he is a serial killer desserts. Strikes and take out everything in a tasty serial scrupulously without realizing the fact. Until the morning you'd enjoy that you put pennies in the bottom of the pantry and came out only Simmenthal pepper, and indeed the only clue is a double Danish butter cookies with worms to be delivered to the RIS (at least I nailed with fingerprints because as denies any guilt until his death).
Lately, however, believe that the EC has a defect, I have not yet decided whether or not to worry. Maybe I'll wait until the day when someone will phone me to warn me that there is a type size wanted on him. It is those machines with fixed amusement park or playground with the hook to make puppets and plush, you have this hell that thing under the illusion that you hang up the coveted bone and soft toys that spring just before falling into the hole? Well, it seems that abstinence from sex, the mother of invention because my husband has specialized in technical and crocodiles come to my house sleeping, talking sea lions, elephants batteries, puppy-eyed giant and other species that toys' r us us a whisker. Even today, in a shopping mall, while waiting for an appointment, he won another. Maronna ... has become 'na ... fever has sent me a message Page who had a whole program "are unbeatable now ... 1 ... 1 € puppet ...."
Maybe tonight I sacrifice myself and I will give ... before you call the psychiatrist!
* Pot of clay and tools we say "musical"
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