Galla Friday - Bad Friday

Anna goes to Galla Dinner. Papa goes to IKEA.
incl. Bad and sweet Friday

She has been talking about it for weeks now. I've talked about since yesterday.

She has wondered what to wear. I have wondered where to put all the electronic devices.

She have planned and planned. I have pondered and pondered what would be most practical.

She was brought to the Galla by me. I drove myself to IKEA.

She celebrate her schools 125 years jubilee. I celebrate my freedom in Cyberspace.


She'll be served a grand galla dinner. I'll serve myself a defrost cauliflower gratin.

I think I have had enought bringing the flat package into the office this evening. I'll do the rest duriing Day-light.

In the meantime I can rest a bit, before picking up Anna from the Galla.

It might even be a Nachspiel here. Grief.

In the meantime you can read this weeks

Sweet FRIDAY
For Grandchildren

Girl: Papa, I don't like cheese with holes
Papa: Eat the chees and leave the holes

Boy: What do we call a witch in a desert?
Mam: That's a Sandwitch

Package Tour to Sahara.

Teacher: What comes before seven? Ann, do you know?
Ann: The Paperboy

The Trafic School Union had its annual meeting, and before the Grand Galla, everybody was invited to see the Movie "Shrek".
None showed up during the Galla. They all left when the saw they Green Man.

The parking lot during the Trafic School Unions annual meeting

Bad Friday For 18+ only (Your grandma watch ya)

As you may know, Norway is not at all a dense populated country. In those days, when horses and shank's pony were the most common way to go from one place to another, it could take a while between you met other people. Not even the yokels gossip reach all ears, so sparsely populated was the countryside.

An early day in the Spring, the local sherif knocked on Jacob's door, and told him he had a son with Marie, and he had to pay a monthly alimone of 5 dollars , which at that time was a waste amount of money.

Jacob scratch his head, smiled a bit, and said: Well, well, a son, yes, I think I have to pay for him.

Years passed, and one day a 14 year old boy knocked on Jacobs door. He opened and asked who this boy was, standing at his door.

- I'm here to tell you, from my mother, you need not pay for me anymore, said the boy, this is your last payment.
- Then you can go back and tell your mother I'm not your father anylonger.

The boy ran home, but showed up early next morning and once again knocked on Jacob's door.

- What do you want now, asked Jacob.
- I've come here to tell you that my mother said you never have been my father.

Have a nice weekend everybody

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