My Day In Pictures

Time for our favourite thing. Not yours? Just mine? Not mine either so, time for thing.

 

I count myself to be generally easy on the ears but eh..maybe not..

 

 

 

I love kids. 7 year old niece and I.

 

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The One With Sheep. In The Big City.

So I’m lost. In the city. I feel like Sheep.

(Is that his name? How does he feel about that? How would you feel if you were called human? Why is he in love with a poodle? Is that scientifically allowed? Wouldn’t that consist as news in Kenya?)

Oh goodness. Just realized Sheep was almost always standing.

Loving everything about the entire experience.

Only have BUT one problem.

Citizens of the world. Why can’t we decide on Universal English?

I’m struggling! Already my accent (and..and I assure you it’s one of the finest) isn’t quite acceptable, even by the East Londoners (that’s the ghetto apparently) but now my English (which is quite dampening for my Grammar Nazi ways)is *GASP* American. After all those years of schooling in the finest British Curriculum schools then this (clearly not the finest by my use of the word schooling).

Ok I get, pants should just stick to inner panties and trousers to trousers.

But I prefer washroom/loo to toilet. Toilet just sounds so..T-O-I-L-E-T!

And maybe we should change bill to check, because..emotions.

And food is food is food. No matter the time!

Then there was this time I had this whole argument with a guy because I told him I’m a worrier.

But that’s got to be a story for another day. Because my ego.

Smile ^_^