Soff-läge ikväll igen.
Välförtjänt ändå iom att jag svettats på gymmet tidigare ikväll.. ^^
Idag gick det mycket lättare än sist, skööönt.. :)

Våren är kommen och det e nästintill sommarvärme ute nu.
Det luktar grill ute och fåglarna kvittrar långt in på småtimmarna.. Härligt ♥

Lyckan kanske inte är mer komplicerad än såhär?
Att vara tillfreds med saker och ting men ändå vara påväg mot nya mål..
Om det är så, så är jag lycklig nu.

Imorgon blir det mys-och-mums-kväll med Tessan.
Det innebär att skita i alla nyttigheter och inta soffan med godis o chirre. ^^
Kan inte bli mycket bättre en fredagkväll! :)

Lördagen e lite oklar, kanske fest i Vikingstad som jag blitt bjuden på, ^^ eller så blir det nån lugnare variant. Ska till tatueringsmässan på söndag med Malin och ev. Emelie. :) Kanske kan få lite inspiration till nått nästkommande projekt.. ^^

Njee, ska göra varma mackor nu tänkte jag, sen ska jag skratta åt idioterna i "Grannfejden".
Ja jag tycker de är idioter.

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"The Fence

(-author unknown)

There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence.

The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence. Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all.

He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.

The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound is still there. A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one.

And as we all know too well, even worse. Its never forgotten, only sometimes forgiven."

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Så kan det va...

Ha en lovely evening!