We’re on a house hunt. A very slow and relaxed one. But today was a turning point. Yesterday we finally decided for number 13. We were on cloud nine about this decision. I even convinced B to give me that squeaky white floor.
Play Doh. Since J knows about the existence of this stinking stuff she screams for it. Made her cousin let her take some home and made me buy it because her cousin’s somehow disappeared. Best part is that she plays with it for longer than five minutes. Worst part is that hell of a smell. That can’t be good.
My day is just starting, while you’re eating dinner already. I probably never get used to this time difference. 9 hours! But. I just came to the conclusion that I don’t know how you drink your coffee in the morning. I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours!