Each subject's history. "
Or maybe not? Really all? We'll find out. The process:
1) Imagine in the middle of his Room.
2) You stretch out your arm and point to "something".
3) It revolves around its own axis.
4) Just before a dizzy, holds this and follow the pointing finger.
The article to which you show, is described. And? What stories are hiding in your room?
After I had mentioned in a fit of exuberance in the list but I had a long time doubt whether hide in my room so many stories. Addition, I am always so easy to bad when I am too fast turn! But I have dared: and behold, the hidden one or the other story, but here ...
So what do we see? First of many embarrassing photos and the fact that I like green and obviously happy to fully put my windowsill. And we see Mickey, the cactus.
(Fortunately I have the windows cleaned the day before yesterday)
Admittedly, so up close, he sees something out of shriveled, but that's part of his story. Also, why he has no right pot.
Mickey (I know that a creative name for such a cactus, but my plants usually have no names, and 'Mickey' is shorter than 'The vicious cactus from hell') was a gift. A Gnome gift to be exact. Dwarves, it is assumed in many places is a practice that seems to be a figment of evil. Mickey could be an indication that this thesis is right.
We scrap elves played with dice, and I got a very fluffy white pencil case with Mausekopf. Not necessarily the dream of every girl heart, though! It was fluffy, and I would it can give to my cousin. I was happy and thanked me like, patted it a little and leaned back contentedly. Five minutes later, I wondered why my hands only so itchy. I could find nothing strange in it. As a friend suddenly had a fit of laughter. And said I should clean a look. That was the moment when I saw Mickey for the first time. Beautifully wrapped in plastic in the pencil case, I had to throw the way, unfortunately, because it was full of thorns. The rest of the evening was spent, tiny yellow needles from his fingers to pluck. It does not feel comfortable!
Mickey and I had now, as you can imagine, right from the start not a very good relationship. I thought it was bad, he thought I was shallow. I took him home and put it on the windowsill, in the belief that much could happen there. Tjaaa ... well, let's say so, he seems to scatter its spines like and if you come anywhere near the window seat you are attacked by him. joy! In the dark I forged a sinister plan ... you do have to say that I have a completely black thumb. I have four plants, Mickey, the Christmas cactus next to it, which is already half dead, a gerbera, which has nevertheless flourished schonmal and bamboo in the vase, for a time even has prospered magnificently, but now nothing but yellow leaves . I get everything dead more than a year which has never survived for me, apart from the now slowly dying down in front of bamboo times.
So I relied on it that my black thumb Mickey would have put an end. I can not throw away anything, what I get paid! But Nope. Even non-willful casting nothing helped. On the contrary, the nose is brand new. I have a bit of a guilty conscience, but after he attacked me the day before washing windows again until it has been limited. It is a love-hate between us. A story of suffering and misunderstanding. As she writes life.
is before me Fuinil turn to me Suzume.
this in mind: a beautiful day and enjoy the last rays of the sun!
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