If you are swedish... Please translate.
I THINK I know what it means...
And it doesn't have anything to do with fucking.
I don't think.
It's suppose to mean something about going away is good but coming home is best? See what I learn watching designer shows?
*stratches head*
Oh well. Hell.
MIL bought me a lunch today. And I was only gone from the house about two hours *thank you god* Put the girls to work. BECAUSE I AM EBOL!
*thinks of other things to have children do that they don't like and they can write their own "Mommie Dearest" books.*
They are doing dishes now.
BWAHAHAHA!