Censorship.
Oh dang. I've become so cheesy. This blog seems so saccharine to me. I guess it's a bit like writing a card to your great Aunt Gert, the one that lives in the home. Even if you were in an internment camp, you'd make her believe there's Bingo three nights a week and an all-you-can-eat omelette bar on Sundays. Maybe I really am that ridiculously sappy (TENDER!). This is an apology.
I'll saddle this picture to the apology. Christmas joy in the Latin Quarter.
And this second, as a sign of my punishment and my reason for seeking penitence. This is what I saw in the Metro today, minus the outdoors, and the balloons, and the troubled children. Add in a flute and some Christmas tunes, and by golly, you've got a regular party!
And this second, as a sign of my punishment and my reason for seeking penitence. This is what I saw in the Metro today, minus the outdoors, and the balloons, and the troubled children. Add in a flute and some Christmas tunes, and by golly, you've got a regular party!

2 Comments:
I like the stilts. You don't see them much outside of the circus.
With school, I think I did well ending up with an A in my photography class. I think A's and B's in the rest. Now for next semester...
Your guess is as good as mine as to when we'll cross paths again. We're heading to Omaha on the 21st until the 23rd. It's the Forbes' year to have us for Christmas. So it looks like we'll just miss each other once again.
Give my best wishes to Leif and Elizabeth. It seems like there's a lot of weddings coming up this month.
Much love.
Yeah, we do suck. Ever since we've discovered we can also communicate through blogs that is all we have done.
And yet I continue to write...
Yes, babies in the air. We're working on it anyway ;) Don't worry, though, I wouldn't forget to let you know when it does become so.
So what is poutine? Very nice of you to feed those without poutine. I don't think they are worried about whether or not it's healthy...
Love ya.
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