Well Ema, you passed both your exams, the one we were all freaked out about and the one I was sure you'd do great on (in fact you did). Anyway, bravo bravo! You're now an offically diplomated freak with a trombone! I'm sure you'll have a great career and remember to invite me over when you're the first trombone of the Berliner.
I apologize for the long silence. I can FINALLY update because Ozie finally let me use her compy, since she's the one with all the pictures of our exciteing adventure.
Anyway, I should stop talking and grace your eyes with our lives.
That's all for today.
I would post more, like write about these pics, but something came up. So I'm scraming from the compy before Ozie beats me up.
Me and Ozie are on vacation right?? Yep yep, in Italy. Cool bananas.
So we head today with Ema and Becky to go to the lake. So we're all in the car, me and my bro in the front, happily chatting away. Then I'm like, "Careful or we could smash somewhere and crahs the car and then we'll have to drag it back."
We don't get to cover like, six kilometers before, believe it or not, the wire of the accelerator breaks! Yep yep, it does. I have no luck with moters. Like last year, in Switzerland, that damned plane...but that's another story. Entirely. So anyway. the car stops, and thankfully we're not in the middle of some highway or a highly trafficated street.
We just sit there for a while, but soon, Ema has a lovely idea. Without using the acclerator, just the power of the moter, we're back on track. Yes yes.
So we just drive in the little roads, and about 2o kilometers per hour. Adorable. It took us an hour to get home. Think of that. Ozie was "flippando leches". We all were. But it was fun. And that's what counts.
Bye for now. Until the next freaky episode of "Life with Ezy."
I think, looking at my recent posts, that the new year is a rather wild one.