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Autor: Die Rote IRis

My dear …

… fellow workers, I really glad that, when I told you that I’m not only a vegetarian, but that in addition I don’t eat buy any eggs, you didn’t went all troll on me but simply asked: „But how do you cook your ‚Spätzle‘ without eggs?“ I’ve a feeling I’m not in Kansas anymore.

We have a winner!

I’m glad I don’t have to keep the Lovecraft. It frightens the other books. As I am sitting here, typing, it’s friday evening. As you are sitting werever-you-are, reading, its afternoon (or maybe not). If all has gone well the book changed it’s owner by sunday morning. Confusing? No, why? Have fun, dear BeRúThiel.

My dear …

… readers, if I didn’t know better I would think you are nonexistent. But I know. I know you are out there. Feel free to say something once in a while. … Come to think of it: better type it. Makes me happy. Makes you happy.

My dear …

… inhabitants of the Black Forest, you have really, really great landscape, enough to last several lifetimes, apple trees everywhere and sheep that are nosy and do not go ‚baaah‘ quite as often as one would fear. Thumbs up! But honestly … do you really think you can call ’sausage in a bun‘ and ‚onion […]

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