CHRISTMAS EVE AND NAUGHTY SANTA
Yes, I know it's wrong and weird but in Sweden we celebrate Christmas on Christmas Eve, not Christmas Day. Here's the result of the cooking- efforts that were made for days: I give you the Swedish Christmas Buffé.
Since I have certain problems with controlling myself and my food intake I ended up lying on the floor next to the Christmas tree moaning about my stomackache before we'd even had dessert. My Man asked if he should call the coastguard, so you can only imagine what it must've looked like...
Christmas Eve generally passed without any massive errors, apart from Emma loudly questioning me about a naughty Santa outfit that she found in my suitcase and my mum throwing one of my Christmas presents from Emma (Victoria's Secret underwear) at My Man when we were having our present- opening. As usual we made sure that mum got the most presents (since she gets a bit jealous otherwise) so she was having the time of her life.
Grandma kept up the pace by giving her usual positive feedback, for instance that Emma has worked out so much that she looks like a man, Olle's hair makes him look like a girl and I can't cook so I won't get married and I'm watsting my time doing law. Emma gave her a MASSIVE chocolate box from the US and then she was happy again.
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