Why must all, and I do mean all, car dealers, and I don't (only) mean secondary car dealers, but also the ones from the finer establishments, be men. Men, in their late fourties (or older), tanned (yeah, the eighties called and wanted its tan back), slightly (not so slightly) over-weight and wearing bling? Bling is TOTALLY unacceptable on men (wedding and engagement rings excluded and possibly a unobtrusive ear piece). And haven't they read anything how to sell cars when women are around? Sorry, I withdraw the last statement. Of course that haven't read anything (it is too hard), except Penthouse and Playboy. I can really see them reading this… and then reading is an over statement.
Earlier today I resigned from motherhood. I can do 50.000.000 wake nights in a row (with breast feeding every second hour) as long as don't need to handle obnoxious five year old's. I actually started crying today, and not my very trustworthy (close-to-Oscar's-nomination) drama tears. No, real sad tears because Tobias and I must be the worst failure in partenting -. ever. Five year old's are not fun at all. If there will be one more (baby) she better be a girl, a girl who does WHATEVER I as parent tells her to.
Showing off some pictures from the bbq last Saturday, when childhood friends came by. I just realised that I have a heck of a lot intelligent friends out there, no wonder they are friends of mine :-). I usually don't show close up's on other kids than my own. But I just had to show Helena's latest, he is the cutest six month baby ever.
Louise Dock 
Hm, behändigare med tjej – nähäpp – stämmer inte…! jag vet…//Louise