many years ago, on a visit to Madrid where my friend John took me to the VIP to eat ice cream, I confessed that and conquer me, giving me a good tub of dulce de leche ice cream (or other, nor am going to get picky). Yesterday I was eating ice cream at home remembering my friend Josephine, who is such a fan like me, who confesses that sometimes even the breakfast. Yes, father, is my soul mate.
Eating ice cream is a pleasure that I like to share. Now, eating ice cream with people you do not pay to eat them is a drag. And do it with those concerned about gaining weight may cause me headaches (especially since often the same of "I can prove it?" No, you can not, buy one. Claudia individual does not share his ice cream man). And I remembered the person I love most get off a Haagen Dazs: my father. Yes sir, we come hand in hand and laugh with you scoops of Cookie Monster (the Ruby nor bad, it seems not, but cleaning the side liquidillo vented half and leaves us with a cilindrín nothing in the middle).
I was amused to think how I missed my father with ice cream, because the other day gave me miss my mother and our "double sessions." Is it about a Saturday night Elei that as not go out, you drop the top home (in Niuyor paseillo could always give that you know that this city never sleeps.) Against that, the solution is always a movie. But I alone enjoy less, at least on weekends.
My mother and I are in that video stores and rent razed with fervor. It seems nobody taught us that the day is 24 and just 24 hours. We usually aim for a double session of romantic comedies, but as we have swallowed us all, is often difficult. Then we take a sad / tense / of intrigue and then the comedy, and to compensate (the best example is that we did tandem Old Boy and 50 First Dates ... I never was so happy to see Adam Sandler) .
course now, the height of family happiness is a double session with representatives both paternal and the tub in the middle. Usually strawberry the blonde is a bit fine. But no matter, these Dutch strawberries are half frozen and rich as their own. And yes, just hard that night (the Rubi threatens to withdraw it, but leave a little melted before opening for you to enjoy the right next, and learns that the other two we eat half.)
That was my adolescence. Other linking and out of place. I went to my house to watch movies with the family. That he then went and drank (link not much, no) and danced and got to five.
But God is my witness that you walk into my house again, I shut myself in the lounge and if need be to the Marx Brothers to join us Justin, one of Groucho falls (after all, the day he re-visited Roman Holiday , he stayed and what happened pipe). Barça-Madrid both not going to sit well at all (to me either, sure.)
Quie ... ro ... go ... to ... my ... pa ... páaaaaas. (I think the only thing I said in my first five years of life ... how tiresome, of course)
PS: The photo is paradise.
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