here just carols echoing through the house! ^ ^ "We Wish You a Merry Christmas, we wish you a Merry Christmas" ... Well, yes it is a bit down after all.
there really nothing to report (except that I had to realize that three pints to be enough to put me in the morning regular headaches! >.\u0026lt;). I just wanted the following items online job (thanks Mom, who was really funny: o):
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My son, the hippie
He wants to surf but to sleep and nothing to report. After he awoke, he gets up and surfs to the evening, apparently with a friend. About the friend of my son writes nothing. In his second letter he wrote that he needs more money. The woman wrote that he secretly eat sugar. Again and again. At night in the kitchen. My son wrote that the woman has tantrums when he eats sugar. He needs money for sugar. I get angry at this woman. Sugar is still perfectly legal.
Then she started not to talk to him. If they wanted something from him, she wrote him letters. In a letter said that he's not properly separating trash. I thought, waste separation - typically German. In reality we are in German garbage separation relative loose. My son was to describe from now on at the dinner table every night for the family, a detail of his personality and for discussion. For example, why he eats so much sugar. My son replied that he will not. He went to bed and slept extra long. In the afternoon he was surfing. At night, he ate sugar and wrote an email. He needed more money.
My son went to the exchange agency and said that he wants a new family. This is what happened. My son writes that he needs more money because he now wants to buy a new surfboard. He's a hippie, a rebel. The colleague who recently in the feature pages of the adapted Youth has railed that wants nothing more should see my son! He eats sugar. He's asleep. He does not separate the garbage. I like that and send more money. Because he wants.
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