Yes that´s me.
Wayne Campbell was my style inspiration. I never missed an episode of “Saved By The Bell” and I was a joke machine.

Telling jokes was my thing, I did it at the bank, at the grocery store but mostly at home to my family until their ears bled.
I told them about the nun, the dutch and the squirrel in the pajamas. I told them about the tomatoes that crossed the street, the duck that crossed the street and about how they all got run over. I told them how to tell the difference between a mailbox and a cow. I told them 700 “Knock knock” jokes. And just as many jokes about blondes, Norwegians and Germans.

Today I´m in my 30´s and I kind off grew out of it.
My daughter Viola is 8. Her style inspiration is Kurt Cobain. She never misses an episode of  “A Dog With A Blog” and she is obsessed with telling us about funny cat-videos.

She follows us around the house telling us about funny cats she´s seen on youtube. She tells us about the one in the aquarium, in the bathtub and about the one in the fridge. She tells us about wet cats, mad cats and dancing cats. How one cat made a funny face. How one smiled. How one turned its head and looked really really evil. She tells us about cats who massage and hug other cats and also about the ones who attack. She tells us about cats freaking out over toasters and popcorn machines. And she tells us about 700 videos of cats falling asleep in weird positions.
“Mom the cat fell asleep hanging from a clothes hanger, can you believe it?!” she says laughing.


All of a sudden I hear myself say:
“Why don´t you go outside and see if there is any mail in the mailbox” And I swear to God I sound just like my mother!