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when You are not here...

I can paint the stairs with my small painting brush, because I can not find the normal one, and no one will tell me, that this is a waste of my time (I know, that try to find the big one is real waste of time, and I am lazy of course)

I can eat the dinner at four o´clock, because I am hungry, and do not need to wait for You....

I can eat the semolina porridge for the dinner=)

I can sleep at the afternoon and than work till the late night...

I can clean the whole house with the lemon juice as a fool, and than enjoy the fresh smell and be proud of myself....

I realy love You when You are here, but You know, it is just not the same.....and I hope, that You will never read this post=)=)

today finaly after a few long months a few drops of the rain.....

my stairs=)....I need to paint always just one and one not and than I am jumping here two days till they are not dry...=)