Saturday, November 27, 2010

Ferris Bueller Cheeta

Voradventliches group cuddle.






... and rain goes on the Christmas offensive. This time with Striezelmarkt. I and the Striezelmarkt, we have more of a strained relationship. But what is nunmal to nunmal belongs to. So today with my better half (see below) once cross over it shot just listened to the puppet show and then celebrated with mulled wine that we came out well again.

Striezelmarkt and Altmarktgalerie to Saturday afternoon, not just mine and will probably be never, but still: In Hugendubel I again heartily about " Happy Ass Make your wine holes " laughed (which is somehow always ) and in the passage from the Old Market Square to the Old Market Gallery ran for mulled wine and roasted almonds "Gravel Pit" (see above). Really stupid, but then again so quirky that it was almost contemplative.



of this Christmas was yesterday ahead of a Christmas party in the small circle of friends - not spectacular but cozy, with Chevy Chase that I can look at again and again, and far too wet cookie dough, from the M. and I hand-pretty animals formed, while more and more frustrated T. flour into the dough poured. May sound too trite, but the forms of my hedgehogs and my Yorkshire Terriers (both above rates they are allowed, which is which) I laughed tears. Molds are overvalued. Then I found today even the second half of my Christmas tree, and Monday is our last new (Cookie) stove - I think I'll be this year as well prepared for Santa Claus, as before in each year. Happy Ass Christmas!

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