Jour 3 – Day 3
Saturday, September 20th, 2008CHAUD
C’est le seul mot qui me vient pour l’instant, on souffre de la chaleur d’une façon impressionnante.
C’est assez étouffant mais on survit, heureusement on à bien dormi (15h) dans une pièce climatisée.
Sinon je crois qu’on à pas grand chose à dire, on mange ce qu’on trouve on essaie de survivre comme on peut ;-).
Avec toujours une photo de moi pour prouver que je suis vivant.
Moi j’ai 2 pull et une couverture sur le dos en ce moment et j’ai FROID!!!! Tu vera le choc sera terrible au retour!
A whole lot worse than Carter.
just how long maybe you have been running a blog?
Obama sheep will adhere to him in to the fire of hell.
So not really on the same topic as your post, but I found this today and I just can’t resist sharing. Mrs. Agathe’s dishwasher quit working so she called a repairman. Since she had to go to work the next day, she told him, “I’ll leave the key under the mat. Fix the dishwasher, leave the bill on the counter, and I’ll mail you the check. Oh, and by the way…don’t worry about my Doberman. He won’t bother you. But, whatever you do, do NOT under ANY circumstances talk to my parrot!” When the repairman arrived at Mrs. Agathe’s apartment the next day, he discovered the biggest and meanest looking Doberman he had ever seen. But just as she had said, the dog simply laid there on the carpet, watching the repairman go about his business. However, the whole time the parrot drove him nuts with his incessant cursing, yelling and name-calling. Finally the repairman couldn’t contain himself any longer and yelled, “Shut up, you stupid ugly bird!” To which the parrot replied, “Get him, Spike!”