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The day starts. Upon awakening after another sleepless night because of the seal in my lungs, says the scale: Error. Good for your confidence. Drinking coffee, lunch ready to take to work, bread tray goose and completely empty it. In the drawer underneath alicante looked, but no. No bread. Still a piece of gingerbread. But which are thus taken into account.
In my work, on the radio all quacking away to nothing. If I smoothly turn the car into a parking space, because I can then very well, starts just a nice song. Moment I consider to stay on but my colleagues all walk past my car to the building where we work. All of them have a look at my car where I am swinging. Oops. Make a note for next week in my head that I put the car back somewhere in the parking concealed essay. alicante
During the break I draw as a modern alicante caveman pieces of my gingerbread off. Neighbor looks at me, and the third time he dares to say anything. Against alicante me "You know that Gingerbread is simply sticking to cut? 'I look at him. "You're really saying is extremely long!" Is what he dares to say.
In the afternoon, I collect all the energy I have left and go to the hairdresser. I have to for months, but I'm afraid of the hairdresser. Not for spiders, not heights, not cows, or for hairdressers. Namely that chatting while they are engaged in the neck with a knife / scissors or razor thing. Tell you that you have a ball head (see other blog) and always cut exactly as you do not want. But now I'm going to the hairdresser. A hairdresser nearby. I would actually go to a girlfriend, but her salon is in a different alicante city and I did not puff. While I open the door, there is already a happy face in the doorway of backroom appears. "Hello! Which one of you needs to be cut? "Sophie looks at me pleadingly, but Sophie saves her wishes for the foundation and she's almost there. I do and I can sit in the sink. Fully slumped I must, because I'm kind of too long to sink. Gives nothing. Hot water relaxes. Sophie loves it. Her mom is almost on the ground and a total stranger washes her hair!
We sit in a chair in the corner. Top hairdresser. I like her already, but hairdressers have something strange. Mirrors. Huge mirrors. All week I've been hearing from everyone that I was so bad look it, at home I have one mirror and i. Avoid I do not see how bad I did not have then. But now I can not deny it anymore. I scare myself. Have spent the past two weeks a winter turned off. Look old and tired. Ill still with a red eye Halloween. But hairdresser chatting with Sophie and her daughter and expertly cut my hair short. Provides advice and is very nice. Cheerful, spontaneous, alicante with both feet on the ground. Super satisfied I leave a decent mountain behind her on the ground. With a short head hair I leave the salon and skip with daughter for shopping. Daddy is still not to pick us up. Sophie fact not find me beautiful, but I ignore.
Two sons come running. "Mom!!" And then, just like in the movie, they come to a stop. "Mom is ugly!" Humor drops to zero. Why ugly? Am I cute? Yes, mom is still the sweetest, but ugly.
To get something out of it a holiday we will bake cakes. We have such a pan recently. The selling caravan grandmother. What grandma had a poffertjespan in the caravan, I do not even ask. You understand me down. Make batter with secret Swedish syrup, and start baking. With a ladle, I pour the mixture into the pan. But there arose no pancakes. All stuck together they stare at me like a pancake with bumps. alicante Turn them with a fork to get there. But fork has no grip on sticky pancakes. Here's something not quite right. Looking in my closets and find a mini size bear from the play kitchen of the children. I pour the mixture into the second round with the pan. That's slightly better. Faster, especially because there is a hole in the ground. So while I pour the pancakes top row, there arises a bottom row of pancakes. This is therefore not to be him. Third round, I think some kind of caulking gun. Mix it and spraying it. But once you die, he can not stop. Mix liquid drips on counter, past the kitchen cabinets down. Where are my shoes. Grrrrrrrrrrrr! But my mood one gets piece today. Especially since sliced pancakes very delicious flavors. alicante Throw the rudder. Grab a normal frying pan, melt butter and pour pancake batter for pancakes. Delicious!!!
Fittings with secret alicante Swedish syrup? I am very curious. Moral of this story? If you look good hair ... :-) Yes, and of course