So it looks as if the world isn't ending, after all. Therefore I have decided to arrange my very own End of the World Extravaganza. It will consist of me stuffing my face with candy, while watching apocalyptic movies. I will also cast the occasional glance out the window, and as soon as I see anything fiery falling out of the sky, my Christmas calendar is gonna get it.
Happy apocalypse, everyone!
Friday, December 21, 2012
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Toothy adventures
A little while ago, I chipped a tooth. Let's just say I've learned that when I'm trying to eat something which turns out to be harder than I thought, I no longer think that I can still crush it with my mighty super-hero teeth.
And now I need to go to the dreaded dentist. Or so the logical part of my brain likes to tell me. Then there's the not-so-logical part, which likes to point out that the worst thing that can happen, is that it dies and falls out. And you can't even see it unless I do this:
There aren't really a lot of situations where that facial expression is called for.
And now I need to go to the dreaded dentist. Or so the logical part of my brain likes to tell me. Then there's the not-so-logical part, which likes to point out that the worst thing that can happen, is that it dies and falls out. And you can't even see it unless I do this:
There aren't really a lot of situations where that facial expression is called for.
Monday, December 17, 2012
The weekend
I made a pie, while listening to 'eye of the tiger' again and again.
Now you get to watch the picture and listen to this:
Now you get to watch the picture and listen to this:
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Pooch's December Lesson
Having lived with Pooch for the past 12+ years, I don't really notice all the little sounds she makes throughout the day anymore. The Mister, however, is newer to this whole dog-thing. He is frequently driven to the brinks of insanity by the sound of Pooch licking her butt. In order to distract her, he will throw a pepper nut at her. A pepper nut, by the way, is a bit like a gingerbread whatever, only in the shape of a small ball. They're a Christmas thing.
Now it's only a matter of time before Pooch comes to the conclusion that whenever she licks her arse, the p-nuts will start to fly. Then we will never see her face again...
Now it's only a matter of time before Pooch comes to the conclusion that whenever she licks her arse, the p-nuts will start to fly. Then we will never see her face again...
Location:Møller Andersensvej,Tjele,Danmark
Tuesday, December 04, 2012
Guilty pleasure
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