Do I like Vikings?
Vikings like this one?
Or this one?
Why yes, I think I do.
The Swede is descended from Vikings.
So am I, as least in part.
Maybe a Viking and a Scot fell in love a long time ago and to them I owe my whole existence.
Maybe a Viking PLUNDERED and PILLAGED a Scot village a long time ago and to that I owe my whole existence.
In reality, the story of my conception is pretty damn cool.
Two eighth graders fell foolishly in love and whoops!
Made a baby.
The Swede flies in on April 30th and we’re set to go on a date.
If he’s not too jet lagged.
I’m looking forward to seeing this modern day Viking again, just before UnSCruz.
The big news is. . .
. . . I have kicked Tejas out of our tent so that we can have some privacy.
Don’t worry, I’m bringing a backup tent for Tejas.
He was bummed when I told him but said it was predictable.
“Think of it as a way for you to get your own privacy too,” I hinted.
So there you have it.
I’m finally willing to admit I MAY want privacy with The Swede.
And by God, I’ll get it!