hardly recovered from my almost chopped off thumb adventure; I now woke up without a thumb: it just fell off last night
Is everything alright James? Are you maybe slightly a bit sicky? Do I need to call you? What have I done to you? Is it my nose? Or maybe I’m too crazy? Or because I know Justin Bieber. I don’t know. How can we solve this?
Out of nowhere and even without her own knowledge and approval, Rajacenna (my daughter) has multiplied herself on Facebook. Apparently suddenly there are walking 22 pieces of Rajacenna around the globe today and I’m...
After a weekend of high fever and also a sick husband and sick cat; the new week started on Monday, 5 o’clock in the morning at the sound of what looked like a huge...
When you say ‘hi’ to a towel
So once in a while I feel very important on Twitter. I should be; I am there since the last 10 years. I am a total Twitter-veteran with the lowest Tweet volume ever. Anyway...
Dear WhoEver made this earth,
Amazing accurate but snotty review of this smelly, suffocating, crime-fashion Black-Hooligan-Snot-Camouflage-outfit thing
This is how it looks like when your husband just saved your entire family from a flying projectile that flew towards your kitchen window
They ignored me and I wasn’t even looking arrogant!
The whole week turned out to become a week of all horrific dead bear sounds, sucking iPhone battery ghosts, creepy feelings and flying illuminated bulgy eyes all over the place.
Daughter sent me a DM with this pic of a long ear rabbit. Thing. Looks like a tremendously depressed pet who flew too much and now his ears need some time out or even...
Rough copy of casual situation when I went into the Christmas shop while husband is getting the car to go home.
Open letter to the Christmas tree terrorist
One of the most pleasant things when you’re going on a trip, should be: arriving in an accomodation where your groceries shopping is already done for you. Especially if you have chronic fatigue syndrome.
I didn’t want have to do anything with this and made sure I stayed yards behind him yelling loud and pointing at him “he is stealing a bicycle!!!!
I am the type of person who has got this ‘fragile-sinus-construction-glued-to-her-face’ kind of girl (or meanwhile maybe it is middle aged woman) and gets sick whenever the cold air is in town or whenever...
My disingenuous apologies about previous blog (17min-read).
I just wrote a 17min-read blog with 4584 words; should I split it up or not?