Brilliant! Bravo! So should an opponent be taken!
the Fireworks crackled and sparkles.
Will you remember Tamagotchin, the small digital leksaksdjuret in the 90's as a child would cherish and nurture – give fictional food, embed down, and gulla with? I have a vuxenvariant – around the wrist. But it is not I who likes gentle with it, no my watch has taken on to take care of me, or rather educate me.
It is my personal task-masters and have järnkoll on how much I move, exercise, stand up, breathe calmly, and how I lie to my motionstävlingar against one of the sons.
light text: Well done Carin (we have put away the titles, the mechanism and the I) on the display. I sit still for long as I immediately get a åthutning: Time to stand up! And I'm out in a flustered brisk pace and slips into any store to look at something spralligt unnecessary or purchasing something boring is needful, hums the discouraged and ask wondering: Have you taken a break?
It is less than I dare to stand and wait on the bus without getting insistent questions about today's workout is closed already?
The day before yesterday expressed the great disappointment that I had not touched me as much as I used to and suggested that I should take a brisk walk to fill in all the veckopoäng collected in the competition against the son. It triggered me and I immediately took a long walk and blängde as soon as I came home on the poängsaldot. But the offspring led still albeit marginally.
on the exercise bike and at the same time saw the documentary on Ingmar Bergman, how he sometimes smoked, sometimes created familiarity. His actions fitted perfectly to my intervallcykling and soon, I led a pro over the son. Immediately, I was rewarded with encouraging the crackling fireworks in the face of the clock.
Now it was to be crafty. After the completion of the dagsträning shall: notify their opponents just that. I realized that if I did it, and träningsdagen even had a few hours left, so would the son put on a charcoal to go me as a pro. So I waited until five minutes of träningsdagen remained. Then, I announced that I was now led – and thus had won the week's competition! The son took it in stride. He now leads this week's contest but the week is not over yet...
I must admit that I am very fond of my slavdrivarur, despite the fact that I småmorrar over it sometimes. Or so I'm just childishly fond of fireworks.