I wonder where my black woollen jacket it I need it for the snow in Wengen
Where is my bag I'll shove down my undies? It will hold my extra stuff and passport
Why do I have to start packing?
I don't like it
I wonder if Mum will pack for me?
Does that make me a woose?
Did I spell that right (wa-uss)
I'm getting dropped off and picked up from the airport yay!
I was hoping I'd not have to pay taxi fares, since my last run in with rip off taxi driver
That means I'll have to buy them pressies in a thank you
Maybe I'll just say it with choclit?
I have to post a bunch of packets
Mum said the one for my work mates won't make it til I come back
I do reasonably believe her
BJ (brother) does hoe into them at times
Not feeling nervous yet, I don't like the idea of flying alone
Why aren't I married yet?
Will English tea taste better?
Can the French do it just as well?
Will my poor tum survive on just a croissant and jam and tea?
BJ is disgusting he has been dubbed Fartzilla, and for good reasons, believe me!!
Why is BJ such a know-it-all?
Whenever something comes up, he gives a lecture and tells us everything like he knows everything,
I guess he's alright though :)
A frickin mouth fool!
He makes tea that they tide is out, I asked him why he gave me an empty cup, he explained it so that he wouldn't spill it...
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Errands
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