I admit, I have something like horror vacui, I give you an empty space and filled it with the most disparate things in a flash. But I do not leave an inch gap, go. I can take a while to boot, yes, but when I start I can not stop. You can imagine that with such tara Christmas is a total risk, because I do not settle for putting a strip of lights on the tree. No. I whether to kill, pithing. "Enlightenment? As for decorating a brothel. Before he put them not, of any kind, but some years ago, when Seville was in exile, I felt a strange frenzy that drove me to buy the most extravagant light decorations in the whole world, and with the invaluable help of Lidl and IKEA, I got a huge strip lights of all colors and unimaginable ways (I think there until geese flying) possible. The afternoon that JB got home after spending a few hours running errands and found such a display of colorful lights were about to teach a yellow card. Was contained, because the girls were delighted. Well, that and because I told him how serious it was able to scold me for a few lights when he had assembled a hundreds and Birth hundreds of plastic figurines. Sure, there had to be silenced, because it is true that when Kenya was born he spent to buy plastic figurines, and houses, and plastic palm trees, and animals, and mountains and dining room occupy half recreating what Siberia called "the countryside Palestinian "with a likelihood ratio of zero player. I though I let those figures seem horrible and amount on my own two more births: a naive style of cartoons (which the cat has a special grudge and strives to eat all the characters who fall into their Garritan, especially San Jose, contained dangerous as they come), and artisanal and precious of everything that everyone has forbidden to touch it as a broken mess that pa Pajarraca why.
The other day, after JB had finished scattering the Romans almost two centuries of living in the birth, I realized that Bethlehem had become a branch of a nursing home: the average age of all dolls was over forty years. He gave me a bad feeling awful, so I spent a couple of days wondering how to solve such a problem population. The solution was introduced only two days later, one afternoon when I used to walk the corridors of hyper with a friend and I found a shelf full of Holy Family plastic, the same collection as the birth of JB, each with a baby Jesus looking provocative. If they had been properly sealed I would not have happened but I realized that half were open and several figures fugitive had fallen to the ground in his attempt to escape the plastic that wrapped. And I was the hand, of course. Three seconds after the left hand was full of plastic niñosjesuses. "Run, Jose, let's go." "Yes, yes, we're already lame nougat few already." "Okay, but hurry." The Jose must have noticed something. "But what happens, Gin?" I simply open the hand and show content. "But Auntie, have you ever stolen a handful of niñosjesuses? You're crazy, as we will see how ridiculous catch. " Yes, yes, ridiculous and what you want, but there was a rush you're dying to fill the basket of nougat. In the box gave us giggle but neither caught me or anything, and that we had a pint of the most suspicious. When I got home was scarred hand because I had nailed niñosjesuses little feet in hand with cruelty, and delivered the stash of toys for girls, who rushed to customize the diaper painting it with colorful markers permanent. What can I say, now Bethlehem glorifies him, full of little kids everywhere, with the joy given by children, especially when they are dumb as those of plastic.
Have fun, lucky you do not have to travel these days in zodiac, as we are going to the inhabitants of this coast, we're just about to mutate. I have already said that made me ask webbed mutate, Kenya has been asked mermaid tail but I do not see anything practical, really. I see them next year.
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