Tim is almost back to normal now, although still not strong enough to even look at the smoked salmon we have in the fridge. Poor man! (And may I add, the comments about him not feeling well a few nights ago had absolutely nothing to do with the bad oyster!)
Feel quite guilty today for not calling my parents back last night. Sorry, mum! But hope that you all enjoy the National Day! Grattis, Sverige! (Flag from 3DFlags.com)
Have tried to do some correspondence this morning. I hate work related e-mails, I struggle finding the balance between professional and personal.
Anyway, Tim is rather upset about my telling all you readers about the sweet things he said yesterday (and all other days, for that matter), especially about the army of chicks. He wants to be cool and macho. I even offered him to be the king of Fluffyland, but it wasn't good enough. So now he gets to be the king of whatever rock hard, macho, metal, tough land he can think of. (But prefereably without an army that can beat mine.)
All sorts of things
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Happy National Day, Sweden! I'll go find myself some tårta or maybe a dammsugare. And I'll kiss someone (of my own choice) who holds a Swedish passport.
Fyrfaldigt leve!
(And Tim, you are hard as shell, and mean like a bad oyster! Mwoahahaha. Seriously: I'm glad you feel better.)
Snälla, säg att du inte väljer Karl! :)
Eg seier: "Eg vel ikkje Karl."
(Beroliga nå?)
But I love Fluffyland! I thought that was brilliant.
Lena: you and Hailey can come and join me in Fluffyland! Tim promises that the squidgy castle is nice and soft, and there's no risk of getting hurt if you fall out of the tower.
Sign us up!
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