This was linked at Worth, and it was so weird I had to share it.
Be warned, though, it turns out completely different than you might think. And is kinda NSFW, or NSF anyone with any other kind of humour but really sick and twisted. So yeah, sick and twisted kinda describes it.
As soon as I’m back, I’m gone again.
We’ll be 10 days on a big Medieval Fair in Luxembourg. And this brings me to the headline.
Hubby and I fight every single time we pack. Packing for a medieval encampment is like moving a whole household. It IS moving a household, albeit a medieval one. Linen tent, wooden poles, mattresses, blankets (tons of), sheep furs (equally tons), wooden chests full of authentic clothing, shoes and headwear, wooden cutlery and dishes, food and drink, and the modern niceties we cannot be without, like books, underwear, shampoo and mp3-players (I go phuggin NOWHERE without my music!). Lanterns for candles. Bows and arrows. Spindle and wool. A whole armory of wooden weapons to be wielded by our littlest knight. Hobbyhorse included.
And all this has to fit in two rather small cars. Plus two adults, the littlest knight and a dog. Although it’s a small dog. So, we always fight.
But, and this is the good part: In the end we always look at this incredible mass of hodgepodge, and then at each other, and we both have this incredulous “OMG we did it” look in our eyes. Yes, this is good for your marriage.
Wish us good weather. Read you on Aug. 19th.
Yes I am. Three weeks, were it? It felt like three frickin’ ages.
And to all of you who wondered how an
unexpected and indetermited period of offline time feels like… to all of you who wondered if it might be like the first forecourt of hell… to all of you I say: You. Are. So. Right.
But seriously. I really missed some of you. You know who you are. 
Thanks to Chrome, I was disconnected from the world, but the world wasn’t disconnected from me. AND he played a huge part in bringing me back to life, too. More than can be said from the frickin’ German Telekom, btw. But there’s nothing new about that. So thanks for that, mate, you may remote-control me whenever you like. 
So here I am now, and I really feel like hugging a tree. And I am not usually the tree-hugging kind. But there it is. Treehug. Glad to be back with you.