Queen of Rambles

Sheesh! What is it with me and nekkid people?

I’ve been a very negligent housewife lately, what with the trip to Stockholm, knitting, Annica, and being a lazy bum so my laundry has been piling up. I just went down to the laundry room to set a time and there was a man in his underwear in the laundry room! It wasn’t full nekkidness, but it was embarrassing none-the-less. Eeewwwww! The really weird thing? I’ve never seen him in the building before. I’ve lived here two years and in that time there’s been three new people move in so I find it odd that this is the first I’ve seen of Hairy Nekkid Man. Ah well. Now I have a time for this evening even though it sort of conflicts with water aerobics and cooking. Mike will just have to finish it up I guess. We MUST have laundry done today.

I was very surprised to get a phone call from the teacher I talked about yesterday. I’m going to visit the class tomorrow at 8 am. Yikes! That’s awfully early for a spoiled princess like myself. I guess it will be good for me though. I think I’ll drive instead of walk. It’s about a 35 minute walk down there so even though I would normally walk it I think my sleep is more important.

I was supposed to start knitting my scarf today, but now Annica is busy. Her husband came back from sitting by his mother’s deathbed yesterday since it didn’t seem like anything was happening and he didn’t have any vacation time left. She died this morning. I guess he’s really kicking himself for not staying. Poor man. I feel so bad for him. I was really feeling bad for him because Annica was being a total bitch toward him and told me she was actively looking for a new husband. The woman is insane. I find it hard to be on her roller coaster. Today there was no mention of divorce. She was totally in love with her husband and could never consider leaving him. I can’t keep up with such strong emotional changes in such a short amount of time. It’s exhausting.

And now it’s time to vacuum. I’m tired of feeling gritty chunks of knäckebröd (kind of like really hard, big crackers) underneath my feet. It sounds like I’m a slob and never take care of the house, but I do! I vacuum about every other day but have missed three days in a row so the build up of crumbs is getting out of control. It’s almost impossible to eat it without making a mess and I eat about three pieces a day so that adds up to a giant gravel pit on my floor. Fun fun fun!

And, just so you know, I have a giant annoying zit in my ear that I can’t quite pop. Bah! My mom used to tell me that if you popped a zit in your ear the pus would go straight to your brain and kill you. Death by pimple. And you wonder why I think of things like a liver baby? It’s because I was raised by a deranged woman who told me the garbage man would take me away if I was naughty.

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