tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3613477747215845632.post303773627980501100..comments2023-05-29T16:30:32.736+02:00Comments on WIP: play twilight musicRebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13010386613557001028noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3613477747215845632.post-76191512591131038812009-10-26T18:56:50.655+01:002009-10-26T18:56:50.655+01:00Chill bec! It will all be fine. What's wrong w...Chill bec! It will all be fine. What's wrong with an electric blue room? I'd kill for a bright b;ue room in my house!!!!! Everything will be fine.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3613477747215845632.post-91422134948012473952009-10-26T18:28:11.239+01:002009-10-26T18:28:11.239+01:00Calm down!!! I'm sure your folks are more conc...Calm down!!! I'm sure your folks are more concerned with being with you than with the colors of their bedclothes. And I'm sure they won't take notes on how much dust is on your furnitures or how organized the closets are. Funny how the tension before a visit like this can turn into downright crazyness. When I was 8 or 9 my mom's best friend came to visit us in our town (she lived in North Germany) after they hadn't seen each other in years. My mom, sister and I went to the train station to pick her up and just before the train arrived my mom spotted a nice skirt in a shop window in the train station and felt compelled to go in and try it out, pushing my sister and I into the direction of the platform. I remember looking at all the people coming from the train, wondering what Aunt Linda would look like (I had been a baby when I had seen her last) and freaking out about missing her but luckily we spotted each other and new who we were... Linda never stopped teasing my mom about being so nervous about the visit that shopping for a skirt all of a sudden became more important. Enjoy your dad and Di's visit!caracolinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11740416144130346324noreply@blogger.com