This conversation took place the night before Christmas….
Me: Hey, guess what! I found a potato in the living room.
Him: Yah, where?
Me: On the couch.
Me: It was trying to be a couch potato!!
My Secret Santa gifts… (Taken with instagram)
Lamb, chicken and beef. Yums.
Unfortunately, there was no more stomach space for the lamb so I’m bringing it over to a friend’s place for Christmas lunch! I so have to swim/run/climb extra in 2011!
Merry Christmas, y’all.
Getting ready for Christmas Eve dinner :)
And really beautiful. London is covered in snow and the place has transformed into a magical Christmas town (you know, with Christmas trees illuminating from windows, smoke coming out from chimneys, children building snowman in their gardens).
As much as people bitch about the snow, I can’t see how anyone can hate it. Sure, it disrupts traffic. And, you fall and slip. Yes, it is a pain in the arse - having to wear two thermals, two pairs of socks, a huge jacket, two leggings, gloves and a beanie (only to realise that you need to pee before you go out).
But with the snow so soft like icing (or cloud) and the nice crunch-crunch-crunch when you walk in the park… magical, like I said before.
Dogs love snow. Really, they do.
Taken with instagram