The weekend was pretty unexciting. I went to the grocery store. I saw my mother. I haven't unpacked my backpack. The house is a mess. I picked up my guinea pig from Martin. He is still alive. It's a miracle.
I went to the bowling club for some kinatsies yesterday. And the ex phoned me last night "to find out how my trip was"/asked if I had been with any male prostitutes in Amsterdam.
(No, the only male prostitute I've been with is you.)
Anyhoo. I have a snippet on part of my trip on laurianclem.blogspot.com
Knock yourselves out.