Summertime

FYI: I hate "summertime".

No. Not the the time of the year when it is summer, dah. But the time when we have to turn our clock one hour ahead.

Waking up on a sunday morning, thinking of a quiet and peaceful breakfast with the family is a great thought. Noticing 2 minutes later that this is not to happen because hubby has ro rush to work is awful. Noticing 2 hours later that it way past noon and the day is almost over and NOTHING has been acomplished, sucks! Knowing that KH jun will NOT be in bed at his usual bedtime is dreadful. And considering the though of having to get up an hour earlier tomorrow morning... makes me want to go hide under my beadspread!

R.I.P.

This post should have been written a long time ago. Probably about 4 days after my arrival (!) in the US. But as you can see from my last post, it´s been a while since I visited myself. And it is not because I did not feel like writing. (Well maybe a little of that, too). But mainly because I kept having my big sister glance over my shoulder reading the things I was just writing and commenting it. (Something which can be really annoying. Even more so, when she starts reading mails for Mr. KH...). Sorry I am drifting off the subject which I intended to write about.

I want to say my farewells, goodbyes and au revoirs to MR. HS. Why? Because that little *hmpf* did not call back after I spoke on his answering maschine. I mean he could have at least answered the call to say he is not interested in dinner. Or seeing me. But I think it is just lame to not call at all. Where have all the manners gone???

Am I hurt? NO! Well maybe my pride, a little. And, of course, I know it is for the better anyway. But still...

Well Mr. HS. That´s it for you. Hope you have a nice life. R.I.P.