I was in a bus shelter. And you?
There I was
Posted by No Blog Intended on January 1, 2012
At home waiting for the clock to strike 12 so that I could change back into my rags. Oh wait… that’s Cinderella.
Seriously though I was with my family at home. Tons of fireworks in the neighborhood. Couldn’t get any sleep.
Bitter! You’re back! We all missed you, but everyone tells you that, so okay :).
It’s good to be back for now. I will try to comment whenever I can. Things are still busy, but I won’t disappear for weeks.
I’m not the hugging type of girl, but okay here is *hug* from me.
Part II has already been rewritten, just wondering when to post it.
LOL I hear you all the way from UK. Kinky I won’t hug you. I’ll give you a *handshake*.
I got the hug!
That looks like a pretty nice bus shelter! Keeping it classy in Belgium! I was with my family, eating onion rings. If you haven’t noticed, I love food.
To be honest, it wasn’t exactly that one, but they look alike. And it was actually a pretty good place to be! Food is – how shall I say it? – awesomesauce.
I was at home remembering how bad NYE is as a night out.
The fireworks were quite good though.
It really is. It’s never the best evening ever, not even close.
While sitting in the bus, I’ve seen all the nice fireworks :). Nice sight.
I was serving cranky, hung-over travelers! You win.
Hmmm, that must have been quite annoying! Blog about it as a revenge.
I was sitting on top of my roof watching my neighbors set off expensive/illegal fireworks all around me. While my dogs were sneaking into my daughter’s room and waking her up. It was absurd how long/loud/amazing the show was, especially for amateurs. My dogs really hate the noise though, so they were a mess.
Yes, for animals it’s hell… But it can be very beautiful!
I waved as I went past in a warm cab.
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