Really. In two months, I am going to (hopefuullllyy) convince a panel of experts they should start calling me Dr. Jenna. Or Drjenna (dryenna pronunciation for you non-german folks) as I was christened at a party at the weekend by soon to be Drede no less.
Thursday I dropped my phone, for what seemed like the millionth time, and this time it broke. In a really impressive way actually, the glass front of the iPhone was unbroken, and yet 75% detached from the actual phone, which, somehow, yet was still functional? Siri made noises when I pushed the button, and it taunted me all day by vibrating.
It still has not returned from the mystical land of phone repair.
Now I’m baking some brownies to bedazzle my German second family, with neon colored sugar which was the closest thing I found to candy canes. And they are growing out of the pan. It seems to be okay, but it also seems to be nowhere near brownies anymore. This is likely insignificant as most Europeans cannot stomach north american tasty treats, and I will end up eating the entire batch .
Definitely doctor material !