Because when the middle of the night a high fever you wake up, you shake JKG saying, "Honey, touch me I think I'm hot"
He will respond in half asleep: " Mmmmmmh darling, I know that's why I'm crazy about you!" Whether you pay a laughter and even the next morning that your children have heard you laugh, think that it is the fever that made you delirious.
Because you'll work anyway and everyone says to you "Wow, you're wrong mine today! "And that worry infer that usually you must be too good-looking (yes, you're an optimistic temperament).
Because the next night you advise to go down on JKG the sofa and even run without bitching since he returned from work have you found earlier trembling, full of aches and cramps, and there is good chance that your virus is contagious. And that the sudden you can sleep trankilou between two bouts of fever.
Because you thank the heavens, providence, the inventor of computers and the Internet have put on your way to a nice witch countless recipes, including for s anointed the ear naturally .
Because the next morning, Wednesday, JKG prepares and goes to work without making a noise (like a miracle) that Toutgrand getting ready on time without forgetting anything and goes to college without making a noise (kind miracle aa) that rises before Petitout Toutebelle, setting the table, prepares the breakfast, just to see you at the stroke of 10 am proposing to you to take you into the breakfast in bed and as you have the strength to take it down with them, you grab your breakfast and you see your adorable darlings clear the table and go quietly without homework you did not ask. (But not the first time, you can not speak of miracles)
A little later, Petitout you have not embraced since at least 24 hours for fear of contamination (and as usual it rattle you're bisous a machine), you say it like this: "You know c'qu'est the hardest when you're sick, that you can make me more my kisses!"
And now you know what you will do for a living when you grow up: Mother of the Camellias!
He will respond in half asleep: " Mmmmmmh darling, I know that's why I'm crazy about you!" Whether you pay a laughter and even the next morning that your children have heard you laugh, think that it is the fever that made you delirious.
Because you'll work anyway and everyone says to you "Wow, you're wrong mine today! "And that worry infer that usually you must be too good-looking (yes, you're an optimistic temperament).
Because the next night you advise to go down on JKG the sofa and even run without bitching since he returned from work have you found earlier trembling, full of aches and cramps, and there is good chance that your virus is contagious. And that the sudden you can sleep trankilou between two bouts of fever.
Because you thank the heavens, providence, the inventor of computers and the Internet have put on your way to a nice witch countless recipes, including for s anointed the ear naturally .
Because the next morning, Wednesday, JKG prepares and goes to work without making a noise (like a miracle) that Toutgrand getting ready on time without forgetting anything and goes to college without making a noise (kind miracle aa) that rises before Petitout Toutebelle, setting the table, prepares the breakfast, just to see you at the stroke of 10 am proposing to you to take you into the breakfast in bed and as you have the strength to take it down with them, you grab your breakfast and you see your adorable darlings clear the table and go quietly without homework you did not ask. (But not the first time, you can not speak of miracles)
A little later, Petitout you have not embraced since at least 24 hours for fear of contamination (and as usual it rattle you're bisous a machine), you say it like this: "You know c'qu'est the hardest when you're sick, that you can make me more my kisses!"
And now you know what you will do for a living when you grow up: Mother of the Camellias!
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