weekend // helg

Etter masse om og men ser planane mine for helga sånn her ut:

[Finally, after several days of questioning, I've got the weekend all planned out:]

Tulla. Det som egentlig skjedde var at når eg spiste lunsj la eg merke til at det var nåken som hadde lagt igjen en beskjed (Etter pipetonen) på telefonen min; Hi, this is Joyce and I'm from Rotary. I'm going to pick you up tomorrow and drive you to Sturgeon Bay. I'm sure this will be a great weekend and you'll have lots of fun. We are all looking forward to getting to know you. If you have any questions, give me a call.

Eeehh, ja, nettopp. Eg var ganske så forfjamsa i nåken tima. Kem er Joyce? Kor er Sturgeon Bay, og ka skal eg der? Etter skulen snakka eg med Cheryl, og ho hadde blitt tatt like masse 'på senga' på det eg hadde. Eg veit enda ikkje når eg drar i mårra. Og koffor drar eg i mårra? Det ser ikkje ut til at vi har nåke program før på fredag? Rart.

[Jjuusstt kidding. This is what really happened: On my way to lunch I noticed I had a voicemessage on my phone: Hi, this is Joyce and I'm from Rotary. I'm going to pick you up tomorrow and drive you to Sturgeon Bay. I'm sure this will be a great weekend and you'll have lots of fun. We are all looking forward to getting to know you. If you have any questions, give me a call.

Ugh, exactly. I was pretty confused for a few hours. Who's Joyce? Where is Sturgeon Bay, and what am I doing there? After school I talked to Cheryl, and it sounded like she'd been just as confused as me. I still don't know when I'm leaving tomorrow, and why I'm leaving tomorrow.It doesn't look like there's anything on our program 'till friday? Weird.]

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