seizième jour

Waking up today was as peacefull as ever..
Emma snuck up with the supper horn (thats right. I get called to supper with a horn :) ) and blasted me with its soothing sound bright and early this morning. I was equally as nice, by grabbing a ruler and chasing her with it. I landed a few goods smacks.

All my mornings this week have been a little off.. I woke up to a mysterious lady downstairs, who for some reason couldn't understand anything i was saying ( I started in french. Notta clue.. so i tried english.. then i just said some wierd words.. same look.) Turns out she is the cleaning lady, who has been on holiday and I havn't seen. I am told shes also not so bright.. which reassured me. My french actaully IS getting better, despite the "retard" looks the lady was shooting at me.

Emma and I were playing "guess who" , using simple phrases in english. Laurence played one round with me, where I asked if her person had freckles. Fuck holes she says, what are those? No joke. exactly fuckholes.. she knew what she said too. So we had a good laughm and she tried again. Fuckholes..then fuckholes fuckholes.. that word is just not happening for her, much to my amusment.

Snowboarding every other day is pretty easy, I think I could do it the rest of my life.. For lunch Emma and I usually pack pickles, cheese bread and a juice box. the kid will eat anything...Its great. We go through a crazy amount of pickles tho..

BINGO. thats right. I got to not just play, help organise it... TWICE. Both nights were slowwwww. I probably gave kisses to the whole down ( no exageration), but now that I think about it, really is no problem... No joke, every guy here from 20 on is good looking. And not just average, like turn your head damn gorgeous..
I have dropped Emma off at three friends houses, all who were coincidently answered by men.
I have also voluneeted to pick Emma up on all possible occasions....