Wheeee!! Happy-package-dance times 2 today! And it’s not even my birthday yet! 5 books from my mom (thanks, Mom!!) and the coolest, niftiest, wowsiest gift from my brother and Simone: 2 strings of handmade paper flower lights. Did I mention that Simone is the absolute queen of cool crafty things? I can’t wait to put these up and kitsch up the room to an unbearably cool degree. She had hers up around the balcony while we were visiting and I admired them and told her I would love something like that, and she went and made me not 1 but 2<\/b> strands worth. I’m so<\/b> singing for free at their wedding in May!*<\/p>\n
Summer seems to be ending so quickly, and I feel it was never really even here. I don’t think summer was properly motivated this year. I’m wondering if maybe it didn’t get a bonus last year and so felt it really didn’t need to put in any extra effort this year in retaliation. Hey summer, you total slacker!! You sucked LAST year, too! You’ll never get a raise at this rate! Everything is brown around the edges, drying and drooping, bug-chewed. Yellow and brown and orange, those autumn fashions, are coming back in style.<\/p>\n
Sometimes They’re Just Handed to You<\/b>:
\nMartin, Karin and I were discussing princes and princesses, and Karin made a comment about “princess” being almost the same word as “prince.” (even in Swedish)
\nKarin:<\/b> Prins. Prins…Prinsss-esssssa!
\nMe<\/b>: What if there was a prince named Essa? Then he would be Prince Essa!
\nMartin<\/b>: I don’t think he would like that.
\nMe<\/b>: No, probably not. He’d be a lot happier after he grew up and became king.
\nKarin<\/b>: Prins. Prinsessa. Kung. Varf\u00f6r b\u00f6rjar inte ‘kung’ med P?**
\nMe<\/b>: pause<\/i> …because then it would be…pung.***
\nMartin<\/b>: gapes at me, then cracks up wildly<\/i>
\nMe<\/b>: giggles madly<\/i><\/p>\n
Cracking Me Up<\/b>: I think what he meant was DON’T GROW IT OUT<\/a><\/p>\n