Annika: This is how you make pickles: You put this here, then you stir in milk and cream, and cream, and some milk, and some more milk and cream and you stir-stir and then you have pickles.
Me: You know what I love? I love your hugs and your kisses. What do you love of mine?
Annika: Your field.
Me: What??
Annika: Your field, on the windy hill.
Me: You are so weird.Publish Post