I almost died this weekend.
As dramatic as it may seem the truth is Saturday afternoon I found my self climbing down eight floors with a very pregnant friend. We were having tea at her home, with some friends, on our monthly appointment. Gosh, in the end it was almost nothing, she still has her house – we were all just hysterical about the baby’s new crib….
The cool part was that the firemen were like VERY cute. And very nice, always calm and answering to our not always that bright questions. mmmmm I think I never talked to a fireman before…
Does anyone know where they go for drinks?