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. *
Of course I missed you honey. Now give me that book!
Be sure to greet him at the door wearing baggy pajamas and with your hail in curlers.
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Reffie: Yeah right, M should be so lucky. He'll have to make do with my regular outfit of old sweatpants, oversized t-shirt and greasy hair - I'm not getting all dolled up just because he's been away for a week.
ReplyDeleteWhat sauna party? It helps to tell your blogging buddies before these things, not after. Sheesh.
ReplyDeletenonamedufus: Dude, I told you about it! I even gave you directions. You know, swim across the Atlantic, take a left at Denmark and so forth. You're just pissy because you got lost and ended up in Germany and had to spend the night with Helga and Heidi.
ReplyDeleteI love the image of you "jamming" with your tin whistle in the middle of the forest while it's dark as a donkey's ass. Who knew a donkey's ass was so dark? Well, you did, but you're Finnish so you know everything!
ReplyDeleteIt's very sweet of you to miss M's gifts. Nothing shows how much you care like the greeting "What did you bring me!?"
Sweetheart, I'm so glad M is coming back tonight, but you really should wash the hair. That donkey's dark ass scent is never that appealing. Or just brush a little baby powder through it, if you are feeling lazy. I hope you get your fudge! And I am sure you will get other wonderful things as well. M knows what side his bread is buttered on!
ReplyDeleteIt's sweet to read how much you miss M and his book and his fudge and his perfume. Reading this post is like seeing Eat, Love, Pray all over again!
ReplyDeleteOf course I remembered the fudge, that was like priority #1. :-) It's great to be back home with you, dear :-)
ReplyDeleteNicky: Oh yeah, you should have seen me jamming with the band. First we played Whiskey in a Jar, and I played along like a real pro, then they played Toss the Feathers and I kept playing Whiskey in a Jar, and then they played Drunken Lullabies, and I played Whiskey in a Jar, and while they did a wonderful version of Knocking on Heaven's Door, I played Old MacDonald had a Farm. Great jam session. Awesome, in fact.
ReplyDeleteLinda: M brought me a whole box of fudge, and I have to say that while those Brits know nothing about driving on the right side of the road, they sure know how to make fudge.
MikeWJ: Everyone's talking about Eat, Love, Pray, and I have no idea what it is. Did you all join some sort of cult?
M: I've trained you so well.
It's a crappy book and now hit movie starring the very peppy Julia Roberts about a super-rich woman who gets a divorce, decides her life is dull and heads off for a year-long foodie vacation/journey of spiritual discovery/period of shacking up with some dude to rediscover her true self or some shit like that. It is exactly the sort of book/movie that I hate because I hate stories about rich people who travel to exotic places or do exotic things to "find themselves." What do people in dull places do to "find themselves" when they get bored of their lives? Nothing. They either suck it up or they get cholera or some other horrible disease and die.
ReplyDeleteP.S. Whiskey in a Jar is one of my mostest favoritest songs! I'll bet you and the band were awesome. Well, you and them some of the time, and then just you for the rest of the time.
ReplyDeleteBringing you that fudge was the sweetest thing I've heard in a long time! M is good and I think you should keep him. The Brits are fine if you don't drink the coffee. Oh, and that "R" thing they do. I hate being called "Lindar".
ReplyDeleteIt's too bad the band couldn't keep up with you. Maybe you should tell them to practice some more before your next jam.
ReplyDeleteAnd I think it was wonderfully sweet of you to eat the fudge M brought you. I hope he realizes what a lucky guy he is!
Did you know Helga and Heidi were half-sisters? And they weren't half bad. Sorry I got lost. Maybe next time. You've gotta give more precise directions than swim the Atlantic and turn left.
ReplyDeleteMikeWJ: You've convinced me, I will never see the movie. But I do love Whiskey in the Jar, obviously. Why else would I only play that one song while the band did their thing?
ReplyDeleteLinda: I'm glad you think I should keep M, I'm starting to feel that way too.
Nicky: Finally someone who appreciates how wonderful I am in taking all these gifts M keeps giving me!
nonamedufus: Half-sisters, eh? You're a lucky guy, dufus. Next time, I'll try to give more precise directions. ....you know that big lighthouse on that really small island, right?