Što bi rekla jedna moja drugarica: "Postoji jedna star koju ne volim u vezi zime, i trenutno se nalazi svuda oko mene."
Ja inace nemam ništa protiv snega kao lepog belog pokrivača, koji sve oko nas zamaskira svetlucavom belom koprenom.
I volim te idilicne prizore dece koja se sankaju, grudvaju i generalno valjaju po dotičnom belom pokrivaču.
I lepo je da bude malo snega za Novu godinu i Božić i....
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... izgleda da je došla godina i vreme za novu kapitalnu investiciju ... da najzad proširimo ovu baru ...
Ali,
Having slept quite well, I woke up one fine morning refreshed and in an excellent mood. People who know me will note that this is exceptional behavior and perhaps even cause for alarm.
My routine had all the usual morning hiccups associated with my as yet decaffeinated state: I dropped the spoon while making my coffee; I found a dark thread on my white bathrobe, which it seemed I had inadvertently put on inside out; the butter knife slipped from my hand mid-toast; reaching for it, I hit the bread and overturned it; I took a new piece of bread (and new knife) and re-booted. Thus reconfigured, I proceeded to my breakfast.