Good morning/Good morning! Now we have been running for a while, with walk, frukost, updates etc. And time just flies by. Little Märtha tries intensively to propose to little Siri, who just thinks she's annoying. Now she has spoken out, but little Märtha says that “I'm sooooo pretty, look don't you feel it”, and a little Siri responds with “get yourself a man” – at least that seems to be the conversation. Ja, yes, she has now gone half the time and is like “prettiest” the little girl Märtha.
It's been a few days since I wrote, for little Goofy (the silver car) was injured – a spring went straight into the wheel and punched a big hole, so it was towing and the workshop doctor. Angel guard is probably the word, because just before it happened, I drove the highway to visit a little old man. When you calmed down, then came the worry about all the thousands, as it would cost, but had little warranty left on the car, so now the teaspoon is calm again and gets to pick up little Goofy on Monday, fixes and pills.
Now the day continues with a bit of each, i.a. adventspynt (only one week left) but also a little retirement snap, because that's how we want it
Peppningscitat: “Your past has given you the strength and wisdom you have today. Celebrate it instead of letting yourself be hunted.” ~ Okänd
The morning has become morning
