My night was made because I ate these little pretties:
at IKEA. They reminded me of Germany. Swedish meatballs, yes, but they tasted like a regular meal in Germany. They even served lingonberry jam with the meatballs.[Yuummm!]
My darling little sister got the meatballs too... but she didn't finish her plate. Guess who did?
That's right. Mmmmmeeee.
Aren't they cute? Lil' sis and mama.
And yours truly...