I'll ask my nephew how long it took him to do it.
Just checked in with my sister. My nephew spent the Christmas holidays putting it together - maybe 6-7 days, for about 3-4 hours per day
I'll ask my nephew how long it took him to do it.
I'm surprised you've never seen it before. It's pretty ubiquitous now after being all the rage 10-15 years ago.I did have the thought - I bet Homer knows what this is!
I'm surprised you've never seen it before. It's pretty ubiquitous now after being all the rage 10-15 years ago.
Interesting. Maybe it's an Ontario thing. Quebec is loaded with Italians.No-one at our table had heard of it. I looked at the menu, and asked, "What's a burrata?" And nobody knew.
Love little anecdotes like these.I took Spanish. The teacher, a war bride from Italy, spoke four or five European languages. One day she was asking us questions and growing increasingly irritated that no one answered. Finally, one brave soul spoke up and said, "Uh, Mrs. Boccasile? I think you're speaking Italian." It was the first time any student on record heard her laugh out loud.
The really frustrating thing is that the thing I haven’t found yet is something I swear I laid eyes on just a week or two ago.I hear ya, Catrin. I can also lose things without taking a step or even moving from the chair I'm sitting in.
We blame "imps" around here, mischievous spirits who like to hide things for fun, then return them if you ask nicely, only they usually return them to places near, but not precisely at, the spot they should originally have been. But you have to ask nicely or the things will never be returned. Seems to work, and it certainly beats aimlessly searching and re-searching the same places.The really frustrating thing is that the thing I haven’t found yet is something I swear I laid eyes on just a week or two ago.
Every restaurant has one. I swear I've seen ceiling tiles displaced directly above where the missing thing should be. We leave whiskey shots out for them as an offering. I swear I've seen the glass empty the next day.We blame "imps" around here, mischievous spirits who like to hide things for fun, then return them if you ask nicely, only they usually return them to places near, but not precisely at, the spot they should originally have been. But you have to ask nicely or the things will never be returned. Seems to work, and it certainly beats aimlessly searching and re-searching the same places.
...when my bother comes over.
I too, have heard that sisters are sinister, especially younger ones.I also have a younger sinister.
Ah, I have a bother, too.
I too, have heard that sisters are sinister, especially younger ones.