birthday, wedding, Püpse
Hi, I'm getting married. I think in any case, oh no, I did marry birthday and Mom and Dad. The nerves a bit (not only me, even the Rest of the family). I was three years old, get new glasses (my eyes are better now, the doctor said) and can better keep my head. Since yesterday Lena's back and gave me a T-shirt brought from Spain. Mom is pretty stressed out because of exams and their job. But I come not to short. I'll start then just cry, then get Mom and Dad started immediately. Sometimes they blame each other, that one has not been good enough care of me. Then I push my quivering lower lip forward and hit me a little tear out, so both get a really bad conscience. I'm always the way up to 14am in the children's house (so my parents enough have time without me, namely, the mother washed so much laundry). Oh, cookie cookie does not mean everything, but Zeckie. Mama has her lubricated some stuff on it (so a tick stuff) that attracts the ticks mad. I will not have so ne tick, why can not the cat in my bed. 've Already my parents, who are also kind of like ticks.
So, wet kisses to grandma, grandpa, friends, etc.
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