Milan, 25.02. 11
Dear, dear indeed, Diary,
not tell you what was your day today! It 'started badly and ended up in a creepy, damn!
this morning about 7.30 am, I had breakfast in the coffee in my house, along with Matilda and James and I do not know how the heck I did, I fell to the ground with the cup cappuccino. In truth, I know what happened, I can not lie to you ... I was distracted, looking at the black crocodile Birkin in a lady who came after us and splash ... my poor white socks and, worse, my beautiful ballerina Tod's with the satin bow were all stained. James, I have asked at least fifty times where I've ever head, he caught a Vaffa. subheading I think he picked up, thanks to occhiacci I did. I ran up now, at home, and I quickly changed shoes and socks (socks identical dancers and Gucci).
In record time ever, 3 minutes and a half, I'm back down, where James was waiting in the car, with his eyes annoyed when things are not just spinning smoothly.
Mati After leaving our school, we rushed into the studio, where we expect the project to be finalized by 18.00, which represented time. Marks would come to view, together with that witch of his wife.
James, the usual perfectionist, I did slog up to 13.00, off limits. He also had the courage to snort because I went to the toilet three times ... However, it was taken many times and the splits dell'antipatico bales: when we want, we will!
know that I was in the bathroom? I ate the Boule Lindor that I had brought from home because, lately, I always have a craving for chocolate ... it's a new addiction? As well as having the one shopping, I have also one from chocolate? Possible.
fact is that we arrived at 13.30 lunch and, finally, we relaxed ... James I even apologized for its rigidity and printed me a kiss! Finally, two other Lindor White Chocolate ... divine! Yes, logical, my husband said that two hurt in a hit single and I thought, "Do not you know that I've already eaten 6 others, tièèè tièèè!"
Indeed, my mouth was literally on fire and my stomach was rebelling ... details!
18:00 For the project was not perfect, more!
Marks and his wife arrived on time like a Swiss watch. The sight of that woman always makes me nervous, because apart from being a real ugly, is a nasty incomparable. I did vex a month, because of his temper and his fastidiousness.
After browsing around thirty times the envelope of the project with his bony hands (claws rather than hands seem, brrrrrr), the hostess said that she liked (the opinion of her husband has not deigned to ask ... but it has shown very satisfied!). All without great enthusiasm, logical, that's the kind of person who hates to congratulate the next, but I read in his face that he was really pleased with parchment. From a ruin, me and James, we've designed a dream house (though I would see that woman more suited to live in a cave!).
The super news is that he asked me to go with her for a walk to antique dealers, with the aim of Espying aims to fix some piece of home in the future (since before the time the construction company work, it'll take a few months).
I, although the desire to go around with such a person I've never had it, I had to say yes to not offend her.
You, dear friend, you must be wondering, why, at first, I complained so much of this day.
Yes, I've done it ... I thought the marks were already out of the studio, when I told my husband, a loud voice, which around the city with the old witch was not the best, but ...
The Marks was not out, but had stopped by there to arrange the notes in his diary, the door was open and I have a loud voice ...
THE PROJECT 'went up in smoke. She's gone, slamming the door, pulling on the project and screaming that I was vilified for all of Milan. Her husband, shut up, gave her reason with my head. James composed and mortified, she returned them the fat check that we had just done and apologized.
My husband, his face pale as a ghost (of the bad ones!), Told me he would be home that I could walk and take up his car, slamming the keys on the desk.
I shiver uncomfortably covered me all over the body, my heart beat to the rhythm of disco music and the embarrassment it hurt like a knife that cuts deep into the skin. And I am not exaggerating.
My Mati, the only person that I would have liked to see in that gracious moment was with my mother. The had gone to pick her up from school to work in peace and leave us with a desire to keep her from her sleep, let us go to dinner, to reward our efforts ... It would have been a terrific evening, if only I were not a little girl trapped in a body as an adult.
got home, my husband told me that I deserved to be told and, in bed, he was placed at the extreme east and I in the middle. I tried to pretend to touch it by accident with one leg, to determine the degree of anger, and he gave up a kick decided, although not intending to hurt. Degree of anger high. Unable to sleep, here I am with you and seven other Lindor Boule (the last of the pack) that are being discarded. Now go downstairs and I'll have a good vodka, a final blow to my stomach already tried.
PS If tomorrow I see a family of pimples on the face, the better ... punishment for my stupidity will never be enough.
Lucrezia
PS If tomorrow I see a family of pimples on the face, the better ... punishment for my stupidity will never be enough.
Lucrezia
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