At a family party, one man, pressing all the children, said with grief:
"And when will I have sponges?"
To what his offgenic beauty-wife silently shrugged her mouth and twisted her finger at the whisker.
I quietly ask, and the mail has such a reaction? Answer:"She is afraid to spread, and he has the requirement that beauty be perfect, he is dragging her on all business arrows to lose the counterparts of vigilance..." This is what happens in life! Do you have kids or kids? Of course, children are losing.