Can you believe that I walk out my front door and see this every day? Well, maybe not with snow, but the basics... wow. 
I sat beneath it for a little while and felt snowed in. It was so cozy. Yes, I´m a tad strange, but when do most people ever get the opportunity to feel snowed in? Not this Oregonian.
No. 2, test paper: Now, back to my test this morning. I think I did ok. A big chunk of it was writing and I got a good grade on my little two page book report, so I feel ok about it. I don´t want to say good because that could be a jinx. I was wished "mucha mierda" last night ratehr than good luck. This means "much shit." Here´s the reason... back in the day when people rode horses to get to events (not too long ago in the 3rd world : ), people who worked as actors in the theatre would wish each other much shit because when you have a lot of horses parked outside you have a lot of dookie to clean up and a lot of people in the theatre watching. I think this also works in Darbonics because if you do well at something, I might call you "the shit." Don´t you love language!?
No. 3, bleach: I think that I might slowly be getting poisoned to death. Well, not death, but maybe immunity. Our dishwasher sucks and I think it´s leaving traces of bleach on the glasses. I keep tasting it in my water and smelling it when I take a sip. Blech. But, if I ever get bombed by bleach, or am tortured with drops of bleachwater on the tongue or bleachbalm I know I´ll make it.
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two things: one, how do you always manage to take such good pictures of tajonar? maybe it's your side of the pueblo is better than mine for taking pictures, but mine always look really awkward and horribly framed.
two, maybe it's not the dishwasher, maybe you're water is just super chlorinated. i know mine from the bathroom is always really bleach-y, but from the kitchen always tastes fine. maybe the rigault's are crazy water-bleaching freaks! AND french!
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