On Saturday it was time for "Christmas Eve" at my dad's house. Earlier in the day I'm scheduled for a Zumba class at the gym. And I realize that the workout pants that I've been drooling over the entire fall, and eventually bought, is the wrong size! What a disappointment. Turns out everything I got on Friday was by fault!
At my dad's house my younger sister Ingrid introduces me to Angry birds, apparently the most played game by grown ups (on iphones, ipad, ipod touch etc). It is completely stupid, and utterly addictive. Man. I'm screwed. And not to mention, so in the past.
It is Sunday and I'm ready for eight hours in the ER. I am looking forward to the Christmas holidays - they start on Thursday. Merry Christmas, everyone!
Before or after facial treatment??