Today…

I am…

drinking: Starbucks Caramel Frappuccino® Blended Coffee - pleasant anticipation!
I´m going to enjoy one this afternoon.

listening: PuroBeach - in order to stock up some sunshine by wallowing in sweet Majorca-memories.

feeling: tired, tired, tired *yaaaawn* - still suffering from the very nice and jokey, but also pretty exertive WE in Belgium.

reading: Kürbis - just because:

thinking: about pumpkin carving, creepy cuisine and haunted halloween decorations

doing: launching plans for tomorrow´s spooky post… *boooh*

wanting: black Puma Speed Cat Big Diamond

smiling: about Mr L playing with his new favorite-toy… a present made by his grandparents Mr Gargamel and Mrs Elli. This lovely sheep offers 5 different actions to play… but Mr L prefers to bite it into its little white butt.

smelling: Hypnotic Poison - good things come to those who wait

needing: to pick up Mrs J here. Mr L´s hairy sister spent a getaway as well Have to be there till 5:30… after slurping my frappuccino.

loving: to play baby-bowling with giggling Mr L

enjoying: to watch the video we shot @ Antwerpen´s Zoo last Saturday

finding: tons of cookie-crumbs inside our diaper bag.

teaching: myself to lock up the tupperware due to the fact cookie-crumbs inside the diaper bag suck a lot.

humming: Lovelight - sexy Robbie

wishing: Mr L´s U6-examination to yield an as positive result as the U5 did we are so proud of him.

thanx 4 stopping in ♥,

And now…
… our moment of Homer J.:
Homer: Marge? Since I’m not talking to Lisa, would you please ask her to pass me the syrup?
Marge: Dear, please pass your father the syrup, Lisa.
Lisa: Bart, tell Dad I will only pass the syrup if it won’t be used on any meat product.
Bart: You dunkin’ your sausages in that syrup homeboy?
Homer: Marge, tell Bart I just want to drink a nice glass of syrup like I do every morning.
Marge: Tell him yourself, you’re ignoring Lisa, not Bart.
Homer: Bart, thank your mother for pointing that out.
Marge: Homer, you’re not not-talking to me and secondly I heard what you said.
Homer: Lisa, tell your mother to get off my case.
Bart: Uhhh, dad, Lisa’s the one you’re not talking to.
Homer: Bart, go to your room.