Friday, February 10, 2006

Benrik diaries - How to fold a dog

The fact that I oversleep everyday is something everyone's learned to live with, accept and adjust to.
Everyone but my dentist.
A couple of weeks ago I got a wintery postcard saying I was welcomed there at 8 o'clock Friday, 9th of February.
Talk about some heavy tasking.
I got to bed at 2.30 am.
I got up at 7.30!
(It might have something to do with the launching of my secret weapon earlier this week.)

In early December on a Saturday I decided to join my dog-loving friend to a dog show. She said that she'd pick me up at 6.45 am. I didn't say anything actually (took it as a challenge). "But you better call me a couple of minutes before, just to make sure I'm awake".
Said and done. Saturday came. I woke up. Got descent. And lied on the bed (fell asleep again) until she called.
"Are you awake?"
"Yes!" (of course)
"How do you feel?"
"Shocked, but alive."
That's almost how I felt this morning. (The dog-show itself is another story.)

Anyway I went to the dentist (where I found an angry father with two kids).
The dentist didn't find anything.
She thought I took really good care of my teeth and that's almost a skill isn't it?
(going to the dentist is really expensive in Sweden.)

Yesterday I had cake at Lisas surprice party.
I've never been to a surprise-party before, only seen it in movies and read about it - people dying of heart-attack, getting caught with their lover and killing "burglars". Need I say my expectations were high.
This was my experience:
- Objective sat down and didn't know quite what to say.
- Lots of candy.
- A few un-easy conversations.
- Discolight.
- Some coffee.

Newspaper this morning:
"All the regular TV-shows will now be replaced by some jocks playing in the snow."

Not that I mind too much.

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