Today I finished my Christmas gift shopping, and I did so in Oslo, with my friend Cathrine. Let’s just narrow it down to how we had a few laughs, more than a few face-palms, a couple of heart-to-hearts, and an investigative contemplation of the year of 2083, in which we will be 90 years old.
It was freezing in Oslo, but we still managed to have a great amount of fun.
So, 2083… We decided that she, I and our friends, Anna and Mia, would be living in a nursery home, but then we wouldn’t be allowed to watch TV past 8 PM, so we would move into a house of our own. Also, people we don’t like would probably come join our nursery home… Quote by me: “But what if *name* checks into my nursery home?!” (“Men hva om *navn* sjekker inn på gamlehjemmet mitt?!”)
I am well prepared.
Anyway, have some pictures: