mandag den 29. august 2011
onsdag den 24. august 2011
Once Upon a Time …
… there was a 17 year old boy, well almost 18, who saw a buxom blonde in tight leather jeans and a red striped T-shirt at the local discotheque in the country, where his parents had their Summer cottage. But she was with one of his friends, so he could only pad her leather thighs and dream.
The boy threw a party when he turned 18 at his parents’ cottage and the blonde was also invited. She arrived as the only girl wearing high stilettos and a homemade white Summer dress with small red stars and the highest slit in the world. All the other girls wore T-shirts, long sloppy denim skirts and flat, black Chinese shoes. The boy was hooked, so he was around her as much as possible although she was with her friend – it was his birthday after all.
Her boyfriend went home after his vacation, he said he loved her madly and would call her every day. After five weeks he hadn’t called a single time, so the blonde went to the discotheque with her friends – not to find another boyfriend, but just to have fun. Five weeks are a VERY long time to wait when you’re only 16. At the discotheque she meets the boy, who invites her to dance. She's a terrible dancer and he’s a very good one, but he kept quiet (later he taught her to dance). He invited her to hear his loudspeakers in his old VW beetle – she said “OK, I also go with you home to see your glow-in-the-dark stamp collection”. He got surprised and wondered what she meant.
The boy had just turned 18 and didn’t have a driving license yet, so the beetle was parked VERY far away (he had to hide it if the police showed up), and it rained, but they walked hand in hand. When they came to the car one tyre was flat. He asks what to do, she says he should change it, and hopped into the car sheltered from the rain. He changes the tyre while the rain pours down. A little kissing goes on before they have to pick up all the other friends – who don’t believe they have spent the time just changing tyre.
They have to visit her parents, because she has promised them to always tell where she is if she doesn’t come home to sleep – and it was looong before the invention of the cell phone. She wakes her mum and gets an OK, and they drive silently down the street, but the old beetle shoots, a huge bang, so her dad, who normally is a tight sleeper, wakes abruptly. And this was in their wedding song 11 years later.
… and they lived happy ever after – at least for 31 years now!
Congratulations to us, darling! You are still a good dancer and I still have the shoes. :)
The boy threw a party when he turned 18 at his parents’ cottage and the blonde was also invited. She arrived as the only girl wearing high stilettos and a homemade white Summer dress with small red stars and the highest slit in the world. All the other girls wore T-shirts, long sloppy denim skirts and flat, black Chinese shoes. The boy was hooked, so he was around her as much as possible although she was with her friend – it was his birthday after all.
Her boyfriend went home after his vacation, he said he loved her madly and would call her every day. After five weeks he hadn’t called a single time, so the blonde went to the discotheque with her friends – not to find another boyfriend, but just to have fun. Five weeks are a VERY long time to wait when you’re only 16. At the discotheque she meets the boy, who invites her to dance. She's a terrible dancer and he’s a very good one, but he kept quiet (later he taught her to dance). He invited her to hear his loudspeakers in his old VW beetle – she said “OK, I also go with you home to see your glow-in-the-dark stamp collection”. He got surprised and wondered what she meant.
The boy had just turned 18 and didn’t have a driving license yet, so the beetle was parked VERY far away (he had to hide it if the police showed up), and it rained, but they walked hand in hand. When they came to the car one tyre was flat. He asks what to do, she says he should change it, and hopped into the car sheltered from the rain. He changes the tyre while the rain pours down. A little kissing goes on before they have to pick up all the other friends – who don’t believe they have spent the time just changing tyre.
They have to visit her parents, because she has promised them to always tell where she is if she doesn’t come home to sleep – and it was looong before the invention of the cell phone. She wakes her mum and gets an OK, and they drive silently down the street, but the old beetle shoots, a huge bang, so her dad, who normally is a tight sleeper, wakes abruptly. And this was in their wedding song 11 years later.
… and they lived happy ever after – at least for 31 years now!
Congratulations to us, darling! You are still a good dancer and I still have the shoes. :)
mandag den 22. august 2011
torsdag den 18. august 2011
Thousand Canapés
We threw a party for son who turned 18 some weeks ago, and he had ordered champagne and canapés on cocktail sticks as first course. So in my best “vintage housewife” style I spend half a day producing THOUSAND canapés! It took quite a long time to do, but it looked very nice and tasted delicious.
There were beans with bacon, made in the oven:
There were half mini-tomatoes with mozzarella and one leaf of basil, and there were cheese with grapes:
There were shrimps with a bit avocado:
And there were two different kinds of melon with ham:
We drank champagne in lovely tall glasses at our patio – and NO rain!
There were beans with bacon, made in the oven:
There were half mini-tomatoes with mozzarella and one leaf of basil, and there were cheese with grapes:
There were shrimps with a bit avocado:
And there were two different kinds of melon with ham:
We drank champagne in lovely tall glasses at our patio – and NO rain!
mandag den 15. august 2011
torsdag den 11. august 2011
Texting with Brother
I have a really crazy brother. The other I received this text:
“What are you doing? Write something naughty!”
I know him and share the same crazy humour, so I wrote back:
“Three ecological apples for 10 dollars at the grocer. I’m at work, silly.”
I could almost hear him laugh at the other end when I received this text back:
“It is not just naughty, it is pornographic!”
A funny break like this lightens up my work day.
“What are you doing? Write something naughty!”
I know him and share the same crazy humour, so I wrote back:
“Three ecological apples for 10 dollars at the grocer. I’m at work, silly.”
I could almost hear him laugh at the other end when I received this text back:
“It is not just naughty, it is pornographic!”
A funny break like this lightens up my work day.
mandag den 8. august 2011
torsdag den 4. august 2011
What Kind of Critter are You?
I have a tortoise. He is “piercet” – we have drilled a hole in his shell, so he can enjoy the free life in our garden all Summer. I have several times seen different cats sitting and staring in disbelief at him, and I can almost hear them think: “What kind of critter are you?”.
"Are you an animal?"
"You don’t look like one, but you move."
"Are you an animal?"
"You don’t look like one, but you move."
mandag den 1. august 2011
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