tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24378730198316544372012-02-17T02:07:39.548+01:00What for? Nothing but a form of entertainement, if it can be called so. How long? No idea! You? How often? You'll see... you'll see strikes too, be prepared. Or not. As you please my dear reader. I'm home, you're visiting. If you like. If I like.Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.comBlogger14341100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-34434633433383641762012-02-16T20:36:00.001+01:002012-02-16T20:36:51.322+01:00<strong><span style="color: blue;">La vengeance était tout juste tiède, et totalement improvisée. Mais vous auriez dû voir sa tête!</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-3443463343338364176?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-24945738182618462522012-02-15T23:34:00.000+01:002012-02-16T20:35:04.624+01:00<strong><span style="color: #6aa84f;">Discussions franchement hilarantes où la pantoufle n'est pas de vair.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-2494573818261846252?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-12560970849691325352012-02-14T08:53:00.000+01:002012-02-16T20:58:13.736+01:00<strong><span style="color: #741b47;">To have crazy energy to spend, and be happy. What was for breakfast? Anychance to have it everyday of the year please?</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-1256097084969132535?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-27499201601985017352012-02-12T17:58:00.000+01:002012-02-16T20:59:08.069+01:00<strong><span style="color: lime;">Happy Christmas Daddy!</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-2749920160198501735?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-64391582029142992372012-02-10T14:36:00.003+01:002012-02-16T20:58:34.162+01:00<strong><span style="color: red;">Craquage en rouge complet, pour la plus futile des folies. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: red;">Tant que la fureur de vivre sera là, à nous la vie!</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-6439158202914299237?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-57458707782373757332012-02-07T19:44:00.002+01:002012-02-16T20:50:26.103+01:00<strong><span style="color: orange;">Incroyable!</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color: orange;"><em>La vie est un risque. Si tu n'as pas risqué, tu n'as pas vécu. C'est ce qui donne... un goût au champagne.</em> </span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color: orange; font-size: x-small;">Sœur Emmanuelle</span> </strong><br /><div class="bulle-humeur-options"><small></small></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-5745870778237375733?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-81014145365951499582012-02-06T22:18:00.003+01:002012-02-06T22:19:22.412+01:00<strong><span style="background-color: black; color: magenta;">Eclater de rire quand son voeu est exaucé le temps d'un clignement d'oeil après l'avoir pensé.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-8101414536595149958?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-23827427022348737592012-02-05T22:24:00.001+01:002012-02-05T22:34:22.179+01:00<strong><span style="color: white;">Se réveiller sous un manteau de neige, et mettre son bonnet de ski à pompon dans l'appartement pour se convaincre que, oui, il fait bon.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-2382742702234873759?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-55849234245239205932012-02-04T17:24:00.000+01:002012-02-05T22:27:00.127+01:00<strong><span style="color: #cccccc;">Faire des ronds comme un Zébulon gelé dans le quartier ensoleillé, pour en ressortir en grey D majeur. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: #cccccc;">A relire, c'est une histoire à dormir plié de rire.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-5584923424523920593?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-65460056706820764052012-02-03T22:08:00.001+01:002012-02-05T22:23:13.710+01:00<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">Il est très difficile de voir couler les larmes qu'un homme blessé n'arrive, même par fierté, plus à retenir devant des personnes&nbsp;auprès desquelles il a travaillé&nbsp;pendant des années.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-6546005670682076405?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-3194268466228091392012-02-02T21:52:00.000+01:002012-02-02T21:52:50.924+01:00<strong><span style="color: #ffd966;">It's too cold to even type in my flat (under the freezing roof, I highly recommand).</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: #ffd966;">And at work, it was to cold for the loo which decided that a frozen pipe was a funny way to stop everyone's day&nbsp;(and yeah, I work in a famous company name... which apparently cannot prevent this to happen).</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-319426846622809139?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-89170302918250106942012-01-27T18:04:00.000+01:002012-01-28T09:21:41.403+01:00<span style="color: blue;"><strong>The mesmerizing view of a scintillating Eiffel Tower in a setting-sun-kissed blue sky. </strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Incredible colors of gold, strong blue and diamonds.</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-8917030291825010694?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-25046480941194720452012-01-26T16:57:00.001+01:002012-01-28T09:21:49.976+01:00<strong><span style="color: lime;"><em>Epidermique</em> je vous dis.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-2504648094119472045?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-55996694669815121802012-01-23T20:53:00.002+01:002012-01-23T20:53:53.367+01:00<span style="color: #ffcccc;"><strong>Time to change the description right? Like the white swan facing its dark twin</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-5599669466981512180?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-12431471928408246702012-01-23T20:49:00.000+01:002012-01-23T20:49:27.066+01:00<strong><span style="color: #990000;">Et l'ort, arrête de faire ton en-amorel. Tu ne veux pas te laisser boire!</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-1243147192840824670?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-42898236296053454892012-01-11T20:49:00.001+01:002012-01-28T09:22:00.765+01:00<strong><span style="color: #93c47d;">Mon cactus est définitivement originaire de l'hémisphère sud... </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: #93c47d;">Y'a pas à dire, ça me perturbe.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-4289823629605345489?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-58267687782887335502012-01-10T21:01:00.004+01:002012-02-16T21:02:30.836+01:00<strong><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">And now dessert: who said birthdays have to be all in <em>one</em> day?</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-5826768778288733550?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-47676139656669261692012-01-09T21:33:00.000+01:002012-02-16T21:01:01.603+01:00<strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Hummmm, a new love is savoured and thoroughly enjoyed!</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-4767613965666926169?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-3067671229241302142012-01-01T12:50:00.000+01:002012-02-16T20:52:06.862+01:00<strong><span style="color: yellow;">Un joli cadeau:</span></strong><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color: yellow;">"Je te souhaite des reves à n'en plus finir et l'envie furieuse d'en réaliser quelques-uns.<br />Je te souhaite d'aimer ce qu'il faut aimer et d'oublier ce qu'il faut oublier.<br />Je te souhaite des passions, je te souhaite des silences.<br />Je te&nbsp; souhaite de résister à l'enlisement, à l'indifférence, aux vertus négatives de notre époque.<br />Je te souhaite surtout d'etre toi.</span></strong></em><br /><strong><span style="color: yellow;">C'est de Jacques Brel mais j'aurais bien voulu écrire la meme chose."</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-306767122924130214?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-68095084021978722582011-12-30T15:25:00.000+01:002011-12-30T15:25:03.265+01:00<strong><span style="color: #674ea7;">Mon genou et un tronc.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: #674ea7;">Mon genou a perdu. Strange eh?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: #674ea7;">Maintenant, j'organise une ode à la couleur violette, en attendant qu'elle verdisse au printemps...</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-6809508402197872258?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-28734602907199710622011-12-29T15:19:00.001+01:002011-12-30T15:27:33.476+01:00<a href="http://youtu.be/35O3E3T3GKQ"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">Breedlove</span></strong></a><strong><span style="color: yellow;">. How could Ben be anything less with such a name? He's Cudi's hero. Mine too.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: yellow;">May he wear his peace suit now.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-2873460290719971062?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-90159307292639261712011-12-16T17:25:00.000+01:002011-12-30T15:26:24.177+01:00<strong><span style="color: red;">Tout arrive pour une raison paraît-il.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: red;">Mais même sans raison, c'est parfait. Surtout sans raison.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-9015930729263926171?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-86463785389175474272011-12-06T21:48:00.002+01:002011-12-06T21:48:11.476+01:00<strong><span style="color: #ffd966;">Ce matin, il y avait une poule géante façon Chicken run métallique, sur le toit d'un gratte-ciel, tentant en déployant ses ailes de pacotille, de faire de l'ombre au soleil. Quelle audace!</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-8646378538917547427?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-46983943903863745252011-12-05T23:48:00.001+01:002011-12-06T21:53:20.779+01:00<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">C'est tout simple. Car t'y es dans le quartier où le dernier quart y est. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">Car la musique est bonne, et brille comme quatre C.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-4698394390386374525?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-84559408495112085862011-11-24T20:02:00.001+01:002011-12-06T21:52:43.961+01:00<strong><span style="color: #8e7cc3;">La vie se reflète dans la Seine qui coule sous le pont Mirabeau, une image tremblante et vacillante, fragile comme les lucioles s'accrochant à la dame de fer pendants quelques secondes: lumineuse mais fugace.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-8455940849511208586?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-65780497747174535152011-11-13T16:09:00.002+01:002011-11-13T16:10:52.451+01:00<span style="color: yellow;"><strong>J'ai treize coccinelles chez moi. Tout va bien. <span style="color: black;">C. j'arrive</span>.</strong></span><br /><span style="color: yellow;"><strong>Il y en a une qui a décidé de faire l'ascension de ma baffle alors que Police était à fond...</strong></span><br /><span style="color: yellow;"><strong>J'aime beaucoup!</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-6578049774717453515?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-71101958795256079112011-11-12T15:57:00.002+01:002011-11-13T16:06:06.040+01:00<strong><span style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000;">J'échange mes amis et leurs piques bien intentionnées pour un palmier en pot au château de Versailles ? Des preneurs? Anyone?</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-7110195879525607911?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-62711492555232137562011-11-11T16:30:00.002+01:002011-11-13T10:34:44.160+01:00<div><strong><span style="color: #99ff99;">J'ai préféré le dernier carroussel sous l'échelle de fer. </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color: #99ff99;">Il était coloré et plein d'espoir, et non noir et rempli de chagrin.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color: #99ff99;">Je reprends de la couleur et laisse l'autre se plomber de ricotta et disparaître comme un saumon mal fumé!</span></strong></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-6271149255523213756?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-6623063434970418002011-11-09T20:33:00.000+01:002011-11-13T10:34:07.896+01:00<div><div><div><em><strong><span style="color: #ff99ff;">C’est du kif kif le bourricot …. Tout ça !</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="color: #ff99ff;"></span></strong></em> </div><div><strong><span style="color: #ff99ff;">Tout est dit.</span></strong></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-662306343497041800?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-20113868775248219712011-11-08T21:22:00.002+01:002011-11-08T21:50:05.043+01:00<strong><span style="color:#ffff00;">Une </span></strong><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GHydvIuwFho/R0mmANRgabI/AAAAAAAAAEA/XZdcdG-jJxw/s1600/7+a+80+pas+ad.jpg"><strong><span style="color:#ffff00;">scène mythique</span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#ffff00;">, un pont et une belle dame de fer scintillante, une guirlande lumineuse formée par des voitures jouets tout le long des quais, des nuages paresseux et un fleuve apaisé. Magnifique. </span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-2011386877524821971?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-33584085886354492842011-11-06T20:26:00.001+01:002011-11-06T20:26:54.310+01:00<strong><span style="color:#ffcccc;">La vie est belle, bordering perfect, even on a Sunday night.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-3358408588635449284?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-58957756823460088282011-11-04T20:32:00.000+01:002011-11-06T20:34:33.295+01:00<strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">En touriste? Oui mais concentrée la touriste quand même... un minimum quoi, avant de se prendre les vagues de la danseuse.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-5895775682346008828?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-2142753243424262772011-11-02T20:43:00.004+01:002011-11-02T20:47:35.641+01:00<strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">C'est bien d'avoir de l'assurance innée. Résultat?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">- <em>On a le même âge je pense.</em></span></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#66ffff;">- Ah bon? Je suis de telle année <span style="font-size:78%;">(non, je ne vous le dirai pas à vous lecteur, on ne se connait pas assez)</span></span></em></strong><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><strong><em><span style="color:#66ffff;">- Ah, non, nous ne sommes pas du même âge.</span></em></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">Aujourd'hui, ça m'a fait prendre 10 ans.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">Je vais chercher mon sonotone tiens.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-214275324342426277?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-2767967696128940002011-11-01T20:33:00.003+01:002011-11-01T20:35:07.285+01:00<strong><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Mon Mouton me fait la gueule.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">1h30 dans la machine à laver et il ne voulait plus sortir, me présentant son derrière fermement. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Depuis, il me regarde avec des yeux tout mouillés.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-276796769612894000?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-66558799046163049912011-09-20T14:19:00.000+02:002011-09-21T22:21:59.792+02:00<strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">-Alooooo M'dame B? Vous savez la prise de sang où on vous a pris 15 tubes samedi dernier?<br />- (Ben tiens, j'ai encore un bleu, j'aurai du mal à oublier).<br />- On a cassé un tube, vous pouvez refaire une heure de trajet pour la refaire? Je vous rassure, vous ne ferez pas la queue de 15 personnes. Et non, on ne peut pas en prendre dans un des autres tubes, c'est le seul qui avait de l'anticoagulant...</span></em></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">gros moment de solitude</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-6655879904616304991?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-19232725270358790232011-09-17T16:24:00.002+02:002011-09-21T22:27:37.499+02:00<strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">A deux heures, j'ai déjà fait 3 fois le tour du 15ème.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">Du réveil à la Dutronc, à Jean-Luc et sa techno vélo-ciférante, il ne manque plus qu'Yves et son accordéon.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">Il ne me reste qu'à m'user dans le reste de Paname comme si de rien n'était.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-1923272527035879023?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-6521960191820304692011-09-16T22:42:00.002+02:002011-09-21T22:44:18.577+02:00<strong><span style="color:#ffff33;">Le champignon se laisse doucement déshabiller, mais non sans tanguer, valser et faire des ronds de jambes alambiqués que Zola n'aurait pas renié.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-652196019182030469?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-76820168552302705622011-09-12T22:20:00.000+02:002011-09-12T22:21:09.108+02:00<strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">Got it right.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">Not good but right.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-7682016855230270562?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-43404941178310718492011-09-11T22:38:00.000+02:002011-09-12T22:22:05.618+02:00<strong><span style="color:#000099;">The train ride was so short that it was almost a shock to get back to a far-away reality.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-4340494117831071849?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-13743938949132214812011-08-30T10:19:00.002+02:002011-09-01T21:48:23.390+02:00<strong><em><span style="color:#99ffff;">Comme on lui faisait remarquer que cette personne pensait pouvoir gagner (l'élection présidentielle ndrl), il a rétorqué : "Nous sommes dans une société de libre expression, le droit de dire n'importe quoi est un droit fondamental de la personne humaine". </span></em></strong> <br /><strong><em><span style="color:#99ffff;"></span></em></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#99ffff;">Mythique. Comment avoir le dernier mot, car là, on est tous bouche bée.</span></strong> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-1374393894913221481?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-88304587005463210602011-08-29T20:16:00.000+02:002011-08-31T20:18:44.310+02:00<strong><span style="color:#99ff99;">I have the weirdest life.</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#99ff99;"></span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#99ff99;">One friend : "So, really you met someone yet?"</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#99ff99;">Another friend, 5 minutes later : "You did it? Got a nice guy?"</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#99ff99;">A couple of hours later : "I'm gonna see you married now"</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#99ff99;">Seriously? What's got into all of them?</span></strong> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-8830458700546321060?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-21688777465205195042011-08-27T18:01:00.002+02:002011-08-27T19:48:49.125+02:00<strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Les framboises, ça pleure vite.</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Et l'espadrille dans l'escalier aussi.</span></strong> <br /> <br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Mais pas autant que mon fessier gauche.</span></strong> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-2168877746520519504?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-37260942977261214572011-08-24T17:07:00.000+02:002011-08-27T18:08:21.434+02:00<strong><span style="color:#33ffff;">To keep your calm at work? </span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#33ffff;">I highly recommand jet lag.</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#33ffff;">Perfect. You're still high.</span></strong> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-3726094297726121457?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-40197063551285213812011-07-20T20:18:00.002+02:002011-07-20T20:20:43.746+02:00<span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>So what ? </strong><br /><strong>I'm still a rockstar, I've got my rock moves, and I don't need you.</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>(but I may need my Mohotani...)</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-4019706355128521381?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-29297900294510912972011-07-19T08:37:00.000+02:002011-07-20T20:18:20.439+02:00<strong><span style="color:#009900;">Une énorme faute de français sur une annonce de la RATP. Pauvre France.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-2929790029451091297?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-79673857653421860752011-07-03T22:45:00.002+02:002011-07-03T22:46:20.287+02:00<em><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">Il suffirait de presque rien, peut-être dix années de moins, pour que je te dise "je t'aime".</span></strong></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-7967385765342186075?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-40822326578932751642011-06-17T21:21:00.001+02:002011-06-17T21:21:59.351+02:00<strong><span style="color:#00cccc;"><em>Baby, you're a firework!</em></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-4082232657893275164?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-17252371401362930782011-06-16T17:29:00.000+02:002011-06-17T21:30:37.629+02:00<strong><em><span style="color:#99ff99;">- Alors cette journée? Si terrible?</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#99ff99;">- Ils m'ont tous emmerdée grave.</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#99ff99;">- ah? ah oui, ça doit être vrai, tu ne parles pas souvent ainsi.</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#99ff99;">- ...</span></em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-1725237140136293078?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-80180085563348252742011-06-15T20:22:00.000+02:002011-06-17T21:23:48.337+02:00<strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">Participer à une cocktail party dans les allées du supermarché du quartier, petits fours et mamies pomponnées, c'est le comble du kitsch.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">A consommer sans modération, fou rire garantie au rayon yaourts.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-8018008556334825274?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-49119216261339681832011-06-12T21:31:00.000+02:002011-06-17T21:33:08.168+02:00<strong><span style="color:#ffff33;">Quand la chaussure vole en plein hall de métro, le fou rire s'envole devant le revers de jean's dépité de s'être fait lâcher comme un vieux ticket.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;">Excellent.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-4911921626133968183?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-64604786433343080422011-06-05T18:28:00.000+02:002011-06-05T18:29:39.506+02:00<strong><em><span style="color:#99ff99;">Every storm ends -- so if today starts to get rough, remind yourself of that fact.</span></em></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#99ff99;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#99ff99;">I love Irony</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-6460478643334308042?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-33662697006345735012011-06-04T23:29:00.000+02:002011-06-05T18:32:18.996+02:00<strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Milk-ing it under the continuous storm, on the way back from one big laugh in the mud and water. Hopefully, Alphonse and Panama helped cross the city center.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">And another girl discovered my true crazyness.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-3366269700634573501?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-87795824535922368322011-05-18T18:26:00.000+02:002011-06-17T21:28:40.874+02:00<strong><span style="color:#000099;">La poésie joue à cache-cache au coin de l'abribus. Une fée bleutée s'y est posée, immobile, en attendant que le passant la voit réellement, telle une Clochette en fil de fer guettant les ondes.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-8779582453592236832?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-73397496862416155232011-05-13T21:53:00.000+02:002011-05-15T18:56:28.481+02:00<strong><span style="color:#ccffff;">Voir le port de La Rochelle et sauter de la tour?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ccffff;">Manger face aux bateaux, et attendre que les araignées prennent d'assaut la terrasse.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ccffff;">Promener ses talons sur les rives du port.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ccffff;">S'effondrer de rire au cours d'un dialogue de sourds.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-7339749686241615523?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-36189402534604755062011-05-11T20:41:00.000+02:002011-05-15T18:44:02.989+02:00<strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Un chèque avec pleins de zéros, le soir même, ma déclaration d'impôt m'attend dans la boîte.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Quelques jours passent.</span></strong></em><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Une carte bleue avec pleins de zéros, le soir même, mon relevé bancaire dans la boîte.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">L'univers essaye de me dire quelque chose non?</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-3618940253460475506?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-65374995964880356282011-05-09T21:43:00.002+02:002011-05-09T21:44:24.098+02:00<strong><span style="color:#339999;">Looking at the picture on my passeport, and trying to read this girl.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#339999;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#339999;">What's in her eyes ?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#339999;">What was she thinking?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#339999;">What was she dreaming of?</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-6537499596488035628?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-13962622238900641082011-05-07T10:41:00.000+02:002011-05-09T21:42:44.327+02:00<em><strong><span style="color:#99ffff;">- C'est pas courant ce que vous m'expliquez, il n'y a pas d'explication scientifique.</span></strong></em><br /><strong><span style="color:#99ffff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#99ffff;">Ca fait la combien'tième fois?</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-1396262223890064108?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-21025488510525662202011-05-05T20:32:00.004+02:002011-05-05T21:23:50.809+02:00<strong><span style="color:#66ff99;">Arrivée à l'arrêt de bus : 10 personnes attendent, soit 3 fois plus que d'habitude. Il est 8h09<br />Arrivée du bus : plein à craquer de marmots joueurs de consoles et écrasant les pieds. Changement de bus. Il est 8h21.<br />Arrivée au bureau : la pièce n'est pas à sa place. Il est 8h43.<br />Arrivée à mon bureau : la pièce ne sera pas là à temps malgré le planning. Il est 8h46.<br />Arrivée sur le répondeur de G7: il n'y a pas de taxi disponible dans tout le quartier. Il est 8h47.<br />Arrivée sur le répondeur de Taxi bleu ? Il n'y a pas de taxi disponible dans tout le quartier. Il est 8h49. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#66ff99;">Arrivée devant le bureau du boss: "on fait un point à votre retour?" "Mais bien sûr", j'ai tout mon temps aujourd'hui, juste tout un projet à boucler pour ce soir, trois fois rien en sorte. Il est 9h02.<br />Arrivée en bas de l'immeuble un doute m'effleure : ai-je commandé le taxi à la bonne adresse? Non. Il est 9h12.<br />Arrivées dans le taxi : il manque nous envoyer dans la voiture de devant sur les Champs. Certes on est pressées, mais quand même. Il est 9h20</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#66ff99;">Arrivées chez le fournisseur : mon sac à main lâche en sortant du taxi. Il est 9h32.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#66ff99;">Arrivée à mon bureau : le CE n'avait pas ma commande de 6 kg que mon boss proposait gentiment de porter. Il est 10h35.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#66ff99;">Arrivée devant mon email : il me manque une info capitale pour l'envoyer. Il est 10h46.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#66ff99;">Arrivée devant mon mail suivant : je ne sais pas faire une multiplication. La honte. Il est 10h47.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#66ff99;">Arrivée sur la page même page de l'ERP : je n'ai pas la même information écrite dans mon profil que dans celui de ma collègue. Impec pour transmettre les mêmes infos. Il est 11h44.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#66ff99;">Arrivée au restaurant : mon burger est... froid. Etrange. Il est 13h05.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#66ff99;">Arrivée de mon cheesecake : il y a de la myrtille qui a dérapée, la serveuse s'excuse. Comique. Il est 14h09.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#66ff99;">Arrivée à mon bureau : accrochage de haute voltige. On me prend pour une balancelle? Il est 14h45.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#66ff99;">Arrivée dans le bureau de mon équipe : on m'annonce qu'on a un problème d'inventaire. Il est 14h59.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#66ff99;">Arrivée au bureau de mon assistante fraîchement débarquée : je lui montre un exemple, qui tourne court car il y a une erreur...pour changer. Lassant le comique de répétition? Il est 15h03.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#66ff99;">Arrivée au téléphone : on me demande une urgence pour le lendemain, alors que je n'ai jamais entendu parler du dossier. Il est 15h14.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#66ff99;">Arrivée devant mon boss occupé : on a un problème d'assurances... on peut? Il est 15h40.</span></strong> <strong><span style="color:#66ff99;"><br />Arrivée devant mes mails : le mec ne comprend rien, c'est le 5ème mail de la journée pour avoir toutes les informations. Fatiguant. Il est 15h46.<br /></span><span style="color:#66ff99;">Arrivée devant mon portable : "J'arrive"... heu... laissez moi 30 minutes, je pars dans 5 minutes, et j'y suis. J'ai 5 minutes pour faire 20 minutes de boulot hyper précis. Il est 17h23.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#66ff99;">Arrivée chez moi en courant : Il est en retard. Il est 18h07.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#66ff99;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#66ff99;">Heureusement, c'est fini dans 12h. </span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-2102548851052566220?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-82513922563423892372011-05-01T14:00:00.002+02:002011-05-01T14:00:47.426+02:00<strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">Comment se faire remettre son ego en place. Aie. Pas de risque d'attraper le melon là.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-8251392256342389237?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-68658835458040920702011-04-30T12:30:00.000+02:002011-05-01T14:02:36.967+02:00<em><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">- C'est pour bientôt?</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">- Pardon?</span></strong></em><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"><em>- C'est pour bientôt ?</em> en me remettant la robe de baptême ancienne que je viens d'acheter<em>.</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">Le baptême de mon premier né dont je n'ai même pas encore trouvé le père?<em> </em></span></strong><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">- Non non.</span></strong></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-6865883545804092070?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-12067158766263959642011-04-29T18:02:00.001+02:002011-05-01T14:05:53.886+02:00<strong><em><span style="color:#339999;">- Ca t'a fait quel effet de voir ta femme dans sa robe de mariée ?</span></em></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#339999;"><em>- Ca m'a fait de l'effet</em> avec un sourire encore ému des années plus tard<em>.</em></span></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#339999;">- Oui mais, quel effet?</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#339999;">- Comme la première fois que je l'ai rencontrée.</span></em></strong> <strong><em><span style="color:#339999;">C'est allé très vite pour moi.<br /><br /></span></em><span style="color:#339999;">Inattendu, mais magnifique.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#339999;">Et mes jambes ne veulent plus me soutenir.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-1206715876626395964?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-7780833463385928852011-04-24T19:50:00.000+02:002011-04-25T19:51:38.246+02:00<strong><span style="color:#ff9966;">Mon lapin s'est transformé en écureuil punk! Beuh.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-778083346338592885?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-79453347474196384992011-04-11T19:10:00.001+02:002011-09-12T22:27:18.845+02:00<em><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Si on n'est pas de gauche à 20 ans, c'est qu'on n'a pas de coeur.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Si on est toujours de gauche à 40 ans, c'est qu'on est con.</span></strong></em><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Pas de moi, mais savoureux</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-7945334747419638499?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-65412301031907280492011-04-06T22:23:00.000+02:002011-09-12T22:26:31.348+02:00<strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">München my love.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">Et la montagne verte qui me fait saliver n'empêche pas les champignons de gambader.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">Tant qu'on arrive sur le quai à temps, le soleil se suspend dans une poussière dorée et on oublie que les années se sont écoulées aussi.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">Ne reste plus qu'à jouer sur le circuit préféré des autochtones, et les doubler à leur propre jeu, sous le soleil qui ne veut toujours pas se plier aux lois de la physique.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-6541230103190728049?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-22059026871613986222011-04-04T18:47:00.000+02:002011-05-15T18:49:43.967+02:00<strong><span style="color:#ffcc99;">Quand on se fait courtiser au réveil par les meilleurs croissants du monde, la pluie battant les carreaux a juste l'air jalouse et n'empêche pas d'aller voir la lune, ses châteaux et ses lacs loins des tramways.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-2205902687161398622?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-17708165253554700342011-04-02T18:44:00.002+02:002011-05-15T18:51:15.832+02:00<span style="color:#33ff33;"><strong>Se réveiller près du baldaquin, des moulures et des grandes fenêtres qui donnent sur un ciel étincelant et des sommets blancs.</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>La rivière plus bas permet de draguer, pardon, saluer les kayaks tranquillement, perchée sur le pont en bois, dans le soleil couchant, avant d'aller pirouetter au milieu du vieux village assoupi et d'attendre que les canards vous poursuivent gaiment.</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Louis savait choisir son coin.</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-1770816525355470034?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-35507445260112812702011-04-02T08:18:00.002+02:002011-04-25T19:50:46.499+02:00<strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">Under the beautiful winter morning sun, listening to a crazy radio station in the parkinglot. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">It was all oblivious of the later crazy airport arrival, and Billa turn for some Törtchen and Paulaner, before metting the King palace.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-3550744526011281270?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-89120302196969827102011-04-01T13:47:00.000+02:002011-04-25T19:48:21.678+02:00<strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">Finalement, il n'a pas fait si chaud que ça, sauf quand on s'y est mis à 40!</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-8912030219696982710?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-76415648790014138782011-03-31T14:13:00.001+02:002011-03-31T21:35:58.373+02:00<strong><span style="color:#ccffff;">Happy shorty, really happy about... hairdressers. Don't even bother to try to understand this one. It's a string over the ocean.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-7641564879001413878?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-52845028150845882262011-03-30T18:37:00.003+02:002011-03-31T21:44:29.015+02:00<strong><span style="color:#9999ff;">And again.</span></strong> <strong><span style="color:#9999ff;">But I do own an umbrella, I swear!</span></strong> <strong><span style="color:#9999ff;">But Meert was not there.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-5284502815084588226?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-80080475971865605402011-03-29T18:26:00.000+02:002011-03-31T21:26:28.524+02:00<strong><span style="color:#99ff99;">And soaked again!</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-8008047597186560540?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-5571276274902846542011-03-28T21:29:00.000+02:002011-03-31T21:32:10.199+02:00<strong><span style="color:#ffcccc;">In awe.</span> <span style="color:#000000;">of him.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-557127627490284654?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-4268920370078140482011-03-27T20:26:00.000+02:002011-03-31T21:28:02.659+02:00<strong><span style="color:#ff9966;">And, then there were two. </span></strong><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;">Laboring over a total make-over, in a single short afternoon after a somewhat sleep-deprived night.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-426892037007814048?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-43310239245392733382011-03-26T16:25:00.000+01:002011-03-31T21:25:59.156+02:00<strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">Totally soaked.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-4331023924539273338?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-66630836526689962432011-03-25T21:28:00.000+01:002011-03-31T21:29:04.094+02:00<strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">And Rabbi Jacob is back, for the funniest evening. Check out the dance section. Incredible!</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-6663083652668996243?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-53679658580992126852011-03-24T08:24:00.001+01:002011-03-31T21:32:42.894+02:00<strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">I've got my wings back. Feeling Incredible.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-5367965858099212685?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-7075368063864118922011-03-19T15:36:00.000+01:002011-03-31T21:37:05.795+02:00<strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">Pas sage en rayures, mais sage en pensée, ça compte?</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-707536806386411892?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-9077947038554294252011-03-17T17:12:00.001+01:002011-03-20T17:13:19.997+01:00<strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">Aujourd'hui, j'<em>étais</em> Jessica, même si ma robe n'était pas rouge.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-907794703855429425?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-76314786311760472792011-03-16T21:54:00.003+01:002011-03-16T21:55:27.910+01:00<strong><span style="color:#ccccff;">Ou quand je suis furieuse après ma propre stupidité profonde.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ccccff;">Un peu de boursicotage avait pourtant promis une soirée amusante, sur fond de réminiscence d'une autre vie.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-7631478631176047279?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-7345883870952614452011-03-14T20:11:00.000+01:002011-03-15T20:11:52.571+01:00<em><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">People are staring at you like you're crazy, but you know when not to back down -- and they should realize soon enough that they are overreacting.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;"></span></strong></em><br /><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">My oh my!</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-734588387095261445?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-61054239583829216982011-03-13T21:27:00.000+01:002011-03-14T21:29:28.029+01:00<strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>Sing it for the boys,<br />Sing it for the girls,<br />Every time that you lose it sing it for the world.<br />Sing it from the heart,<br />Sing it till you're nuts,<br />Sing it out for the ones that'll hate your guts.<br />Sing it for the deaf,<br />Sing it for the blind,<br />Sing about everyone that you left behind.<br />Sing it for the world,<br />Sing it for the world.<br /><br />And raise your voice,<br />Every single time they try and shut your mouth</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em><br /><br /></em></span></strong><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em><span style="color:#000000;">My Chemical Romance - Sing</span> </em></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-6105423958382921698?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-20870568771620038712011-03-11T20:23:00.004+01:002011-03-14T21:31:40.614+01:00<strong><span style="color:#ff9966;">Je ne sais toujours pas si le bel homme à qui j'ai adressé un grand sourire spontanément était un collègue ou juste une tête qui me disait quelque chose (...parce que c'était un acteur connu). </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;">Il m'a répondu, hésitant un peu aussi.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;">Hum... petit moment de solitude et quolibet d'un autre surpris.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-2087056877162003871?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-73855888193184892042011-03-09T22:18:00.004+01:002011-03-09T22:27:32.449+01:00<span style="color:#000000;">-</span><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WY2Tp1Hl_vY/TXfwKM3a0II/AAAAAAAAAVU/A6qvPmPBS5A/s1600/Janvier%2B164.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582194321192046722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WY2Tp1Hl_vY/TXfwKM3a0II/AAAAAAAAAVU/A6qvPmPBS5A/s320/Janvier%2B164.jpg" /></a><br /><div><div><span style="color:#000000;">-</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-7385588819318489204?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-76445685358304378272011-03-07T22:00:00.000+01:002011-03-17T20:36:26.597+01:00<strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">Y'a-t-il un cadavre dans les locaux?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">Hello? Anyone?</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-7644568535830437827?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-13644110569556686172011-03-06T19:59:00.002+01:002011-03-06T20:00:12.677+01:00<strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">Du bleu à l'âme, au coeur, au corps, au ciel et dans les yeux. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">Yaka s'accrocher du bonheur au coeur pour ne plus pleurer.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-1364411056955668617?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-48042280831347025242011-03-05T23:55:00.001+01:002011-03-06T19:57:47.145+01:00<strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">Un petit LSD cabossé, une pirouette aux puces, un clin d'oeil aux Tuileries et vogue l'anglais chatoyant comme l'opale. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">Une araignée, des guêpes, des cobrazinho et quelques fou-rires plus tard, on visite la Cité à l'heure de Cendrillon.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-4804228083134702524?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-66413269610749831762011-03-04T16:53:00.000+01:002011-03-06T19:53:59.166+01:00<strong><span style="color:#66ff99;">Beuhhhhuurkk</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-6641326961074983176?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-78054176451240846872011-03-03T13:54:00.000+01:002011-03-06T19:55:05.749+01:00<strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">5 restaurants dans la semaine? Aie. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Le Thaï d'ailleurs nous a tous emmenés à Bangkok sans prévenir. C'est le prof qui n'a pas compris en voyant nos mines ahuries.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-7805417645124084687?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-49083608256995350762011-03-02T18:38:00.001+01:002011-03-20T17:53:19.920+01:00<strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">Un jean tout propre, des escaliers dans le métro, et moi qui viens embrasser le palier sans vraiment l'avoir prévu.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">Le genou voit des étoiles colorées avant de se promener dans la cour Carrée.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-4908360825699535076?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-89100205696530264002011-02-28T22:01:00.000+01:002011-03-06T20:02:29.483+01:00<strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">Pleurer littéralement de rire au téléphone au milieu du bus, ça fait du bien. Même ou surtout si les gens s'inquiètent de cette folle hilare en habits du dimanche.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-8910020569653026400?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-76597373765385071822011-02-26T23:33:00.000+01:002011-03-06T20:03:43.540+01:00<strong><span style="color:#ccccff;">Le Pearl. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ccccff;">Vraiment? </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ccccff;">Vraiment.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-7659737376538507182?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-36122216643337628932011-02-25T22:31:00.002+01:002011-02-25T22:32:01.781+01:00<strong><span style="color:#ff9966;">Presque aussi stupide que red is dead.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-3612221664333762893?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-41459219779265761332011-02-23T08:16:00.000+01:002011-02-23T08:16:00.478+01:00<strong><span style="color:#66ff99;">Bonjour, je m'appelle Simplet.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-4145921977926576133?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-70667215601748820902011-02-22T21:02:00.000+01:002011-02-22T21:03:50.680+01:00<strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">La choucroute avance. Non, elle n'est pas comestible celle-là, trop peroxydée.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-7066721560174882090?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-53464751518222214482011-02-21T17:04:00.000+01:002011-02-22T21:14:02.093+01:00<strong><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Mignonzinho essaye, essaye et ré-essaye, comme son culbuto tête de choubidou.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-5346475151822221448?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-71358235347598021992011-02-20T17:53:00.001+01:002011-02-20T17:55:08.112+01:00<strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">Nabucco, le choeur des esclaves.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">Sissi mène à tout, je vous assure.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-7135823534759802199?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-73071659974507297002011-02-15T16:08:00.000+01:002011-02-27T16:09:50.426+01:00<strong><span style="color:#ffcccc;">I had forgotten about Angel food cake! How is it possible?</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-7307165997450729700?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-65041563720633456092011-02-13T20:21:00.002+01:002011-02-13T20:21:58.425+01:00<em><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">They say the Universe has a great sense of humour.</span></strong></em><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">So, what's tomorrow?</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-6504156372063345609?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-55565364311770769522011-02-12T19:02:00.000+01:002011-02-13T19:03:31.896+01:00<strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">The waves are getting bigger. Almost big enough to salute 60 Springs.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-5556536431177076952?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2437873019831654437.post-3748392998301337322011-02-11T18:03:00.000+01:002011-02-13T19:05:45.413+01:00<strong><span style="color:#009900;">Feeling like a parachute on top of the most well-know avenue of the city. The sun is nice, he deigned to accompany me.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2437873019831654437-374839299830133732?l=babycakeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Babycakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17805513685961049934noreply@blogger.com0