I've got a blog post stewing about how fantastically over-the-top the Lille Christmas celebrations are (completely suited to Megan tastes), but just haven't had the time I need to post it. Meanwhile, some berries, which grow around the perimeter of Faidherbe and give me a little Christmassy shot to the arm every time I pass them by (even if I'm late for twenty appointments, forgot to wipe the stray smear of toothpaste from my chin, have non-lavender-smelling armpits, and can't seem to get my iPod working):
Monday, December 8, 2008
Fishing for possibilities
I've got a blog post stewing about how fantastically over-the-top the Lille Christmas celebrations are (completely suited to Megan tastes), but just haven't had the time I need to post it. Meanwhile, some berries, which grow around the perimeter of Faidherbe and give me a little Christmassy shot to the arm every time I pass them by (even if I'm late for twenty appointments, forgot to wipe the stray smear of toothpaste from my chin, have non-lavender-smelling armpits, and can't seem to get my iPod working):
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