A story from the bed

One night my mother was really tired. I mean… Really tired! So when she went to bed, my father tried as hard as that individual can to comfort her and pet her on the back. He put a lot of effort and heart into it, and mother sighed off pleasure. Then my father asked her if she was feeling a little better and she replied: Yes, Zhivago is washing my toes!

loooveeeee

loooveeeee

Looong time

Yep, it’s been a long time since you heard from me. It’s not because I’m a lazy slob, but because I live with one! The secretary has simply been on strike! He has laid on the couch with posters and banners calling for more leisure and less work for more pay. So I had to starve him out. He has only had root beer since Christmas,and now he is so exhausted that he has given up. Haha! I, however, has done a lot of things. Among other things, I’ve been in bed with the mother, for that is what i like the best!

I love my mom!
I love my mom!

 

You and me mom, you and me!
You and me mom, you and me!

 

Can´t wait!!!!

I look so much forward to Christmas that I keep going out of my good skin. This will be the first real Christmas of mine! And first in Norway, and it’s here Santa Claus lives. Then Zhivago comes to stay with me for 12 days. And there will be gifts. And the food. And mom has said she will take in a tree and decorate it properly so that we get an incredibly convenient inndoor toilet! Why is not Christmas every day? I think I´m going insane!

Aslan?

Aslan?

Saturday!!

Taking Haggis´ post from yesterday literally, and sleep  in today. When you read this, I have certainly not yet risen. Or maybe gone to bed again. It’s a hard life but someone has to live it. Glad it’s me! If you are one of the unfortunate who are up and have to work, changing diapers or any other hardships today, you should know this: I do not feel sorry for you, I sleep. And the one who sleeps sins not either, so it’s all perfect!

zzzzzzz

zzzzzzz