Christmas card

When we are in Paris, shouldn't we create a Christmas card? You know, one of these tacky (but in our case, classy with a touch of decadence) photo cards people tend to send to any relative they can think of... Us wearing our matching green outfits, Ape with her new sign, anything we can think of!
I like this idea, it'll be like the lovely photo epic of us when we where at Väddö.

Life and death, grief and loss.

I was exhausted when I got home yesterday. And it wasn't only the dehydration, hunger and tummy-aching from excessive laughter which usually hits me in a convulsive manner after spending hours together with the Oddballs. No! This peculiarity was mixed with anguish.

It made me wander about restlessly in my house, eat way too many vegetables and non-sleep through the first half of the night. Then it hit me.

My twin soul must have died yesterday.

I have

no

other

explanation.

I have never believed in such what-may-seem-like-bogus before but I find myself to be in a very sensitive and susceptible state right now. Somewhere in the world, something terrible happened and Pedro or Polly or Carmen left, not only the world but, at the very same moment, her unknown and sensitive Swedish twin soul. It is sad.

That's why I'm going to thoroughly read the two copies of The Watchtower magazine that Lolita so conveniently gave me for christmas, turn into a Witness and, thanks to new conviction, no longer suffer from the sudden loss of my twin soul.

Conclusion: The world is a wondrous place filled with useable solutions for everyone.

Entertain me...

Well...

This pic of Aapje is actually cool. Probably because she pretends to be dead.

This is one of my favourites this year. Why oh why does my thoughts wander off and think of spanking?