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For some evil reason my telephone does not seem to work.  Well it does work.  People IN Germany seem to call it fine.  But I am unable to have my mom call.  So I call her.  Which is fine, but does nothing for my tough, my mother drives me crazy, I am a grown women, persona.  When I lived with my brother my mother must have thought she was going insane with both of us calling her 2 and 3 times a day.  Mind you once each was just to chat.  The third and fourth times were to share some awesome thing Skye was doing.  (Because Skye is just plain awesome and brilliant.  I miss my Skye J as well.  She has so much personality.  To have her barrel towards you shrieking hi when you came home made your whole day worth it).  Anyway, enough Skye J talk it makes me all misty eyed. (No, this is not me nesting and wanting children.  This is me missing my Skye J who is a persona to be reckoned with).

Anyway, Oma was out today.  She had to visit friends in another city.  But we had things to pick up at her place.  When we got there she had laid out Lindor chocolates on each of our (mine and Patrick´s) places at the table.  This of course was beyond awesome and filled me with intense joy.  (Note I have not given up chocolate, I have merely given up BUYING chocolate).  But it is also something my mom would do at random moments and made me all mushy and dorkish.  So of course when I came home I had to call my mom. 

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