a nest, and Sundays red flags
Superbaby cries when I leave the nest.
is final.
I feel like a monster.
With this nice premise, but I can throw me to say I'm finally a bit 'more rested. Yesterday I spent the afternoon bearskin on the bed, thanks to Dr. Ross that led to SB for a walk (and on the swing, ale!), And this morning he woke up as usual Pupetto at 7.30, rather than, as had happened in recent days, at six twenty. I'm afraid that will not last, because I have the distinct feeling that waking early is due to anxiety related to the nest, but still, I'm a little 'recovery. And today I even managed to leave the house dressed in human terms, that means with a skirt and boots.
Just to do a little 'salad, we mark the controversy over pre-school in Livorno, with Mary Star who wants to send inspectors because of an old wall waving a red flag. If you happen, read the interview with the mayor Cosimi drive: with the usual spirit, God saved him, says that the wall in question is the old theater where the Communist Party was founded, adjacent the school whose entrance is on the opposite side, however, that the flag has been there since January 21 (when some parties that celebrated the anniversary of the foundation) and then, if the minister is so concerned about the schools in Livorno, but the inspectors send a bit 'of money, here, really miss those. Meanwhile, if some malicious thinks they are trying to make a nice pot of everything to spring up after the Terga sprouts Adro, I am in agreement with that evil.
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