Charm is An Attitude

Sunday, April 19, 2015

GIRLY SUNDAY MORNIN'

I've got sunshine on a cloudy day
When it's cold outside I've got the month of May
Well I guess you'd say
What can make me feel this way?
My girl
Talkin' 'bout my girl

I've got so much honey the bees envy me
I've got a sweeter song than the birds in the trees
Well I guess you'd say
What can make me feel this way?
My girl
Talkin' 'bout my girl

I don't need no money, fortune, or fame (Ooh hey hey hey)
I've got all the riches baby one man can claim (Oh yes I do)
I guess you'd say
What can make me feel this way?
My girl
Talkin' 'bout my girl

(Talkin' 'bout my girl my girl) I've got sunshine on a cloudy day
With my girl (My girl)
(Talkin' 'bout my girl my girl) I've even got the month of May
With my girl ...My girl...She's all I can think...

My girl

Happy sunday to all our friends :)

Nina wears personalized princess dress from Disney Store (thank you "zia Sari" ;*), H&M mouse ballet shoes, treggings Zara.

Saturday, April 18, 2015

LET THE CHILDREN PLAY! :)

No filter needed... ;P

Let the children play - Santana

“I cannot go to school today"
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
"I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.

My mouth is wet, my throat is dry.
I'm going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I've counted sixteen chicken pox.

And there's one more - that's seventeen,
And don't you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut, my eyes are blue,
It might be the instamatic flu.

I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I'm sure that my left leg is broke.
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button's caving in.

My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,
My 'pendix pains each time it rains.
My toes are cold, my toes are numb,

I have a sliver in my thumb.

My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,

I think my hair is falling out.

My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,

There's a hole inside my ear.

I have a hangnail, and my heart is ...
What? What's that? What's that you say?
You say today is .............. Saturday?

G'bye, I'm going out to play!”

(Shel Silverstein)