Because if you get surreal virtual birthday gifts you have to draw them. :)

photo meme by ~HekateTairitsu on deviantART

"... if they start to demand human flesh, get rid of them" - my Dad

Oh, du Anschmiegsame,
die Dreidimensionalität deiner Ornamentik
erhebt dich über all die anderen,
deine Farbe
ist wie flüssige Nacht,
Oh, IKEA Bettwäsche TANJA BRODYR, in purpur,
du bringst Licht in meine Augen,
ich mag dich
(auch wenn du fusselst)

I forgot to take about half of the necessary things with me last weekend, had a towel, people lent me everything I needed...

Also, and I found that out all by myself, you cannot scratch your nose if you have half a storage rack in each hand. Walking through each other is very difficult, too.

When I entered my room this evening I found on my bed:
One chocolate-Nikolaus, three tangerines, one bar of yogurt-strawberry-chocolate (these still would all be usual Nikolaus gifts), one bag of Ricola (swiss candy with herbs), three mini-salami, three babybel (cheese), a glass of pickled cucumbers and herring in jelly.... o.O

I'm shocked. I'm really, really shocked.

I was painting our little garden cabin today. We wanted it to look "swedish", red with white contrasts. I did the white parts, then tried the red. And couldn't believe my eyes. This wasn't the red we wanted. It wasn't even red. It was...MAGENTA! *scream*
I'll have to ask my mom about this (she bought the paint). I just can't believe she wants Barbie's Dream-house in our garden....

My memory, or rather the lack of it, assumes alarming proportions.:
Yesterday I went to my Grandma to help her clean the house and to bring her a pair of socks to repair. The socks were lying on the table, right in front of me. Aside a note telling me to bring them to my Grandma. I even thought: "Now pick up the socks..."....
... went to the door, took the keys and went away. Of course without socks.
My Grandma told me: "It doesn't matter, bring them tomorrow (today), when you go shopping for me."
Today. Socks still on the table. Note too. Hek leaves the house without them, but turns around after she crossed the street, fetches them and places them in her bag. Yay!
Then at my Grandma's I take the shoppinglist and the money ... and go, socks still in my bag, to the supermarket, where I find the socks when I place a zucchini on top of them. Ok, I tell myself, head like a sieve, but I'll give her them after the shopping.

Needless to say, that I just arrived at home after I had brought my Grandma the groceries, unpacked my stuff and, under the zucchini,....found a pair of socks with holes in them.

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