last night veronica was confused as to where we were going. she sent us through a roundabout about 6 times. so robin would point and say "look kids, big ben; parliament". i was on the phone at the time, so the poor soul on the other end didn't quite understand why i was cracking up so much. between that and eating trader joe's 70% cacao chocolate with wheat thins: call us slap-happy.
shut up, veronica.
robin deserves to be listened to. how could you resist this face?
god, this was a lame post. not because of robin, but because of veronica: i have resorted to talking about anthropromorphized electronics.
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Keep on rocking, Targetraining! Your fan from up north, Anna
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