Some weekends are just so perfect that you do not want them to end ... Friday I started to go at Bislett Bad for jobs. Although the bikini sagging, and that I had swimming goggles, so I ended up looking like a bloodshot raccoon otter way, it is one of the loveliest and most relaxation-inducing I've done in a long time. Swam just over a thousand feet, before I sat in the sauna, spent lots of body scrub, silk smooth and sat in the sauna for a bit. Went home to plaid, red wine and mursteinsbok, black woman magazine and slept blissfully until noon Saturday .... I had a long coffee breakfast with the book. So I washed apartment, washed bathroom and staircase, (gee I sound husmorderlig out!) Before I had lunch with M. Good beautiful black woman magazine best M. Always good to play with her, update each other and squirt black woman magazine some coffee out of my nose when we increasingly realize how funny we are. "Æ has an!" will probably be left as a header for all upcoming visit to the gynecologist. Then it was home and ready to GP-Fest. I received the guests in dress and tiara, with "the Great Norwegian Grand Prix Collection" at the facility. We were split into two factions, Tone supporters, who sat on one side of the coffee table (some of them may have pillows in your lap when she sang) and Alexander supporters who sat on the sofa. In addition, we had obviously black woman magazine toast and drink every time one of the songs modulated. Since all did what we were so cheerful champagne that we were angry when they showed sport in the break away. When Alexander turned out to do the best, early in utstemningen there was so much hue and cry that little brother and I came by to say hello, heard us already up at the church. "It's probably my sister ..." he was reported to have muttered. When victory was ready, we went over to mime / bawl with hairbrush and soda bottle microphones, according to recall that F, the only cock in the basket, and that therefore it was obvious vocalist when we heard the bonjovi, used as a floor lamp mi microphone. So we went out on the town, where I was checked up by a woman, and triggered a fight between two unknown lovers, "headband" and "Swede". While they fight, I snuck into a taxi and sat and wondered how on earth people manage to meet their future bride at clubs drunk. I think that is impressive and they deserve the prize! Sunday I drank coffee black woman magazine and read newspapers black woman magazine at a distillery while I waited for his little brother. We were in the third birthday of S. Also in this glamor factor high, especially in the capacity of the pink high-heeled shoes she got from me last year. With a bunch cant look three-year-olds, fart cushion, high sugar factor, black woman magazine and something with a fishing rod in your ear to K so there will be no more fun. We had sausages and waffles and played a lot, gets quite warm inside of the kid ... On the subway home, we looked at pictures from the birthday party, I'm getting confused with Aunt Agnes, and has now decided to only be photographed from the front with chin slightly down ... And of course with porn mouth, this way I can fool myself into thinking that I keep myself well and look reasonably pretty. Now it's Monday and oat bannock again, and that's fine too.
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