Butcher. Baker. Candlestickmaker.
March 15th 2008 When teasing about Germany’s superiority, I often remark how even German kids are just, well…more precious somehow. Perhaps there’s something about their mannerisms. I still have yet to put my finger on it exactly, but after two weeks of living here, I can offer at least 2 concrete examples of my German little dumpling adoration:
1) their shoes. playful, leather, pouch-like slip-ons to cudd
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