I have found a comic artist that basically is george and my life. So here is our life done by catana comics
Every day. When work was at its trickiest I would come home during lunch to hug george in bed and recharge my batteries.
And this is every Sunday always. At least last Sunday. Didn’t leave bed once. Winner.
Whenever george does something little and sweet for me. Like buying me a flower. I die. Of feelings.
George every evening wrapping W and mr up like burritos in the sofa. The more blanket the better.
While he does this. The less clothes the better.
This is every day working with french people but coming home to awesome boyfriend.
And I have the FEELS for this one. Don’t touch that glorious beard!!
Even if I never win any of our play fights. Ever. Damn you strong mountain warrior.
And this was literally us last night watching Harry Potter. Exactly like this minus wine plus popcorn.
Even the future is looking pretty amazing
Not sure how to feel about this doppelgänger couple of ours somewhere in the world. Other than high five to pretty banging life.
Hey guys. How’s things? I’m slowly coming back to life after a fun and hectic weekend. I might have had all the fun. And then I felt all the pain. Fair enough. Deserved.
Danced on Thursday and got George’s friend Alan way too drunk (as mentioned before. Somewhat proud of that).
Danced on Friday and had drinks with katta and Eric at Dishoom and Found. The plan was to have a couple. We failed. I also laughed so hard my muscles was sore the day after. Yes! Best work out ever.
Met with Micke who was in town on Saturday and went for hair of the dog. Needed after two heavy nights. Plus bloody Mary’s are always yum!
Then we met up with Bella and had an espresso martini before heading to Found. I was meant to stay for an hour but george allowed me to play Disney songs…
Disney!! That’s like crack to a baby. Literally since I was almost crawling on the walls. I finally left around 9 to go see Charlotte for her leaving drinks before moving back to New Zealand.
I might have made an Irish goodbye (sneaking out without saying goodbye) around midnight and headed home.
On Sunday we did nothing. Glorious, glorious nothing. George made me food, burritoed me in the blanket and gave me a foot massage. Not all heroes wear capes.
So far this week I’ve been chillin.
Bought my dream winter jacket on Monday (thank you Monday angst for telling me I need a jacket).
Walked Woolly in a freezing cold autumn park.
And waited for george to come home so we could go to the movies and watch baby driver. Excellent movie. And excellent start to the week.
I was going to write a funny post about my drunken night last night. About how I was drinking with the boys and got one of them so drunk he projectile vomited at Found. And george told me I need to go easy on the boys.
But I won’t. Because I’m hungover and a little bit sentimental and sad today. I miss Sweden and my friends. Maggie who is having a baby soon, seeing filippa and Julia’s babies grow up, walking and talking and get inspired by Sanna and meet new people and see the world for all it’s beauty and sadness with Bella.
And my sister. How I miss my sister. My clever, beautiful sister. My inspiration. The person I look at and see the best of myself. Few people make me feel as unconditionally loved as her.
When she met George she told him I need love. A lot of love. She sees that because she gives that. She knows that the key to us isn’t that complicated. That love can be given without expectations.
We live in different countries and barely see each other and still she is there in my life always.
On those days when I doubt myself I look at my sister and see the reflection how who I want to be and I hear her voice telling me how amazing I am and everything feels a little bit easier.
It’s no news I have a pretty spoilt doggo. Because he is awesome. And I love spoiling the people/animals I love.
True to that I got W two new beds. A travel one and a luxurious home bed.
He is in love. I might have lost my dog to dog bed heaven forever. Win on the not having two hairy heroes in bed though.
Because george came back from Finland yesterday. Finally. I’m a 100% not made for long distance.
His friend Alan is over from Paris so I treated him to some London swag by taking him for dinner and ciders at queens head.
Woolly was not sad of the prospect of some burger. Expert begging face. The ‘I’m just going to sit here and look beyond cute until you take pity on me’ face. Works every time.
Then we came home and rolled around in our new blanket. Like angel feathers. Woolly instantly claimed it as his.
Today I’m channeling the 60s after watching good girl revolt and wanting to be that effortlessly cool. So knee highs and short skirt for the win.
Sexy bathroom selfie.
George is coming home tonight. Yes, I’m totally that girl sitting at home excitedly waiting for him to come back. And I’m loving it. Definitely not made to be a housewife (way to messy and lazy for that) but enjoying this total cheese fest. I even slept in his sweater last night (I might have been quite restless and sweating. A LOT #sorrynotsorry).
A year ago it looked like this when george moved in. Let’s just say the year has continued in this manner. Never boring, always fun. And love. Always so much love.
Might celebrate with a little home disco tonight. Scooter have released a new album that is such a blast from the past and I feel some dancing coming on.
Because a year living with the man of your dreams is totally worth a party.
Woke up at 4 last night and couldn’t go back to sleep thinking about life. Few things looks good at 4 in the morning. Including my fears.
I was panicking about work (what am I doing, why am I working in CRM, when are they going to figure out I’m a fraud, maybe I should just become a dog walker instead), being on the meds (I’m weak to need them), living in London (how the fuck am I and george to ever have the money for a good life here) and the big life questions.
Since george is away it was only Woolly to hug me better. And he avoided my hug. Little rascal. But I texted george and woke to some amazing boyfriend pep.
And to make today better I put on my new dress and decided to win today.
Of course my period showed up this morning. Hello PMS worry and general life angst. It’s always something like that when you lay awake late at night.
And because I’m an awesome dog mummy I got W a new bed. This is the same one he has at Ms and he apparently loves it so hoping for some more room on the sofa. Happy belated bday and early Xmas little dude. And to george for no more grumbling about space for sofa nights.
And because even more awesome to my doggy me and katta treated mini man to Turkish yesterday. This is him eagerly waiting for his food. Not patient that one.
We might have had some food as well. And delicatoballs. Told ya, PMS galore.
I had the slowest weekend ever. Didn’t touch one drop of alcohol and just chilled around at home and in different parks. Look at me living the high life.
I also walked like my life depended on it.
Look at this crazy shit. Can definitely feel my ass today. Walking my way to a kardashian ass.
Saturday looked like this. Me and my hairy heroes and it being warm enough to still sit outside. In the shade. Love you London (even if it’s raining today).
Me, george and Woolly stayed on the sofa all night. We contemplated cinema but then I got to full and couldn’t leave the flat. Had to make up for all those calories I didn’t imbibe from drinking.
Sunday george left for Finland and me and Woolly went for….another walk. Yes, we are unpredictable like that.
And to really spice it up we met Lollo for another walk in the afternoon. We are like surprise ninjas, you never know where to find us.
I mean, there is NO way you would have been able to guess we ended up on the sofa that night.
Then my ring that I got from George broke and I got kind of sad and went to bed.
Today Monday. Woop woop work week and all that jazz.
I’m in bed, being lazy. Knowing I should get up and take Woolly out but also being as quiet as possible so he doesn’t realise I’m awake.
I’m totally ‘sleeping fox’ as we say in Sweden for my dog (when you pretend you are not awake).
There is also a snoozy man next to me and that’s just too hard to leave. Fact.
Me and W had a whole day yesterday. Took him to work. We wore bad ass clothes with attitude. And aced our meetings. Some of us raided the bin..
Then we got conal for a visit and entertained him with bolognese, chat (me) and sleeping (Woolly). All as it should in other words.
So you know how I’ve been going on about it still being summer and me living it and enjoying the heat and all that.
Yesterday I decided it was over. It’s fall now.
I started by going to tk maxx to buy some sheets. But since clearly in nesting mood cams out with way too much shit. Damn you awesome outlet store.
New pillows for the sofa. Having a dog doesn’t go easy on pillows so fresh ones are needed.
Clothes for george. Among them this somewhat awesome, somewhat weird shirt from Paul Smith.
I own way too much clothes myself but when I go into nesting mood I start buying for everyone else. Or as george call it – grooming.
Then ultimate cozy mood. Lighting my birch smelling candle george brought back from Finland and not moving from the sofa for love nor money.
We are also going into bulky sweaters and jeans season so candy all around.
This morning took mini man to the park while george was happily snoozing in bed after his late, and super busy, night at the bar.
Me and dad always talk about how autumn is our favourite time a year and I stand by that. It has all my favourite things – blankets and books, huge cups of tea, scarves, stews and soups. Plus it’s the lead up to Christmas.