Delicious evening has come...
But for Arnolda not yet, She almost literally hung behind the computer, shrouded in a living blanket of Ikea.
December 5th, 16.28h. Almost Santa Claus Night.
“You're spinning again!” Thus a message from Pinterest. “Yes, it is,” she thought. But she couldn't pull pins from her account anymore. Arnolda was standing deep in the red numbers. But for tonight she wanted to make a surprise for herself; a surprise from- and also before herself. “I'm going on the road!” Thus, a sniffing, heavily overyear-old adolescent. At least 67 thought she was really young. Arnolda walked into the garage purposefully.
First she put on her overalls. “Would my winter coat be dry? Feeling a moment... Well, not quite yet...“, she muttered to her cat. Still, she takes the sagging coat off the clothesline. Now that she was there, she walked straight to her toolbox. “Wrench 18, I believe, a claw hammer, water pump pliers, always easy, a van of crawling oil and a pruner. So, now I have it... Oh, no, another garbage bag...” Arnolda closed the door behind him, leaving a pool of water. The cat called Geneviève wanted to walk and was almost stuck between the door. “Fuck you kutkat”, she immediately got size 44 under her ass. Arnolda got in the car.
I'm glad it's dark so early now. Arnolda arrived at the street light to which a road sign was attached. “This is perfect! That red is nice at Christmas and that white bar, I'll put some green on it with a candle”. That way she had a beautiful Christmas piece as a Santa Claus surprise. With the handkerchief she was wearing, she cleaned the bolts a bit and dry. The light from the lantern was easy, but it was also fully in sight. It didn't bother her. If they catch me, so be it, she found. Key 18 went on.
