The snow melted and melted the hearts.
My first date in the spring. My husband invited me to a restaurant. It seems like usual, but not. Meetings in the evening, on weekends. This insists on Friday at lunch.
Well, I think a joke with you – Friday is Friday.
We met, as if we were sitting well - and he has a sad-trist face!
I ask, why at lunch?
Would we not like each other? In the evening I have no time anywhere, so I can not hurry to go to the store for a rope and soap.
Here I started to roast, and this spider didn’t even smile!