Each of us has his own daily struggle to be fought: with the boss who does not understand, with the printer jams, with neighbors, at the supermarket ... small or large each one has its own. Those who know me well know that since I have always fixed the sock combined with the look of the day, I have a huge collection of socks. About a month ago at home there's a new tenant ... Teo ... 4 months, 11 kg of lively and anarchic impertinence. Centrate What these three things with each other?! It 'easy to say ... my struggle these days is the struggle of socks.
The animal, in spite of its nose shows an already ill-concealed angelic warrior nature, he preferred to take as leisure socks from the clothesline for "Paciugo" on duty. So the young hairy forces me to epic rides home to save my poor socks from his greedy mouth ... preferably in the morning ... just wake up ... to keep us form. 
vs Mara Teo = 1 to 0 (when he wins ...)
The memory goes to my blue socks and blue with snowflakes ... experts this morning in the teeth baby Tasmanian devil in disguise.
Winning a battle does not mean winning the war.
Here is the rest of the warrior
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