I forgot to tell you that (this is indeed so important I just had to blog about it at 1h22am) whenever I open the fridge door now, I ask steph in a hoity toity english accent : Would You Like Some Grey Poupon ?
But I think I should go to bed now because I think I'm too tired to comprehend what Chantal is chatting about. I think it's about knitting her sheep some braids, and boiling sheep poop. Baaah!
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