M will come home tonight from his trip abroad. Let’s hope a week of Brits has made him realize what a great sense of humor I have. During the week he’s been gone I have had lots and lots of spare time on my hands. I’ve had dinner with my parents, coffee with friends, been on a road trip to Helsinki, read a couple books, had a sauna party for all my blogging friends (but no one showed up), had my hair cut and dyed, realized I don’t look good with green hair, had another go at dying my hair, and then had a Pirates of the Caribbean marathon to celebrate that I was once again a brunette. Then, inspired by this, I tried one of those pore strips and almost ripped my entire face off. It was extremely rewarding. I’ve also jammed with a band in the middle of the night in the middle of the forest while it was dark as a donkey’s ass. The band played ukulele, mandolin, guitar and violin. I played the tin whistle out of tune. They sounded great; I should have just thrown the tin whistle into the fire. But it was a lot of fun, and they fed me a hamburger.
But while I’ve kept busy and had lots of fun this week, I’ve still missed M. I can’t wait for him to finally get home. And this has nothing to do with the fact that he bought me a new book while he was there. A book that isn’t supposed to be released until next Tuesday – don’t ask me how he did it. And it has absolutely nothing to do with the fudge I’m hoping he bought for me. And last time he went to England he also bought me a new perfume that I couldn’t find in Finland... Man, I’m starting to miss him a lot now. M, if you’re sitting at some airport in Denmark or Estonia or wherever you’re catching your connecting flight and reading this, please come home soon.
And whatever you do, don’t forget the fudge. *