That's how you say "hi" in Danish. Isn't that easy?
Denmark is an absolutely adorable little country and Sister Renate was sweeeeeeeeet. She is allowed to drink wine and doesn't live in a convent any more.
Tell you all about it tomorrow when we know what's going on with this terrible war. Just how big is a cruise missile anyway? I'm scared.
Don't worry, Sugar, I don't think we'll be aiming any cruise missiles at you or Sister Renate. Cruise missiles are big. Bigger than a breadbox.
My DH looks pregnant. Six months ago he did not look pregnant (maybe it's the real thing...). I think it's scary and I told him so. He spent the weekend on the boat again, to unload the junk and bring it home so the boat can be taken out of the water. He told me he was going to buy a quiche and an Entenmann's danish and that would do him for the weekend--all the food groups: eggs, cheese, pastry and of course wine. I assume he did buy those, but he also ate a pizza on Friday night and on Saturday he panfried steak. I think he's going to explode.
I'm going to go play Word Riot again. It's too fun.
I'm even making friends there, Peachie. Young friends.
Oh, Bagz, here's an interesting tidbit: the ballet company that puts on The Nutcracker in Bangor, and always has a few dancers from the studio that DD goes to here in town, is doing a performance in your burg this year. DD has a friend in it. DD of course wouldn't touch ballet with a ten foot pole (only dances jazz), but isn't that neat? You should go see it!
hej!
Hej!
