Grandma style

So, I finally gave in yesterday after lunch I decided to go home and rest. The blizzard just kept going and sadly the trains home, did not. Just my luck. I got home after a never ending journey of waiting, freezing, did I mention it is 10 F (-12 celcius) outside and a storm so I felt like finding a dead animal I could gut and crawl inside to find heat. #starwars #dicaprio

I did not find any animal so I had to freeze until I got home. Gotta love public transportion in Sweden…

So I got home and after digging my way thru the glaciar that was once my driveway and I realized that no car could park here. The town is’nt big enoug for both of us. One had to go and it was not me. So with a fever in my body I would have attacked this dispickable natural disaster called Snow with some sucsess, if not my darling children had played with the shovel somewhere outside before they left home for a week. The shovel was gone after all so I took a spade and started working. I felt like I was digging myself out of Alcatraz with a plastic disposable spoon… needless to say I gave up and went in to slip in to something More comfortable.

Don’t how it always is that as soon as I get sick, I age 45 years and I end up looking like I just got lost from a nursing home. My face melts in to a sad mess, my hair is a disaster and my clothes are just so sad. But comfort is key while in bed right?

I can not be the only one?

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Monday Monday

I woke up at 5am today feeling pretty pumped about getting to work early and get things done. Got there after taking a wrong turn (having a blonde moment maybe or just goldfish brains?) and ending up walking 10 minutes extra in the blizzard that hit Stockholm last night. It was freaken freezing and after a couple of hours I started to feel a little feverish and after 7 hours I decided to call it a day and go home.

I promised myself to go home and rest and you who know me know I do not do well doing nothing so I decided to only, ONLY go find the box with my jeans in them. I still have not found the box and I am stuck with the jeans I have.

However, I did end up finding all my summerdresses so I am set for June (yay….) and my favourite pair of ugly, but oh so comfortable pink leopard sweatpants that are now about 8 sizes to big but I will never let them go. I love them more then Rose loves Jack, so not letting go.

What are your wardrobe ugly favorite? I know I can not be the only one…

That said I am off to bed with NyQuill and hopefully I will feel better tomorrow.