I am in here.
To remember: not to let the husband out of the house without his keys. Because then he makes you drag yourself all the way home from your comfy couch at the coffee shop to pick him up and let him in. In revenge, you make him listen to techno music all the way home (Miles … Continue reading Things to do for the day
The previous entry, where I made note of some antisemitic remarks by an idiot catholic spokesman, rather took the wind out of my sails for further blogging, much. And Peter is trying to convince me to pay the pizza guy when he comes to the door, and I haven’t enough, and that’s why we give … Continue reading wind out of my sails
It also seems to be poker night for Peter and his buddies. Why is poker the big thing now with teenaged guys? He wants monogrammed poker chips, too. Is that ridiculous or what? He wants this and he wants that, and why is there no sudden avalanche of presents for Hanukkah? And why am I … Continue reading Hanukkah, 4th night
So I sit here after a belated Erev Hanukkah candle-lighting, having first been to a Christmas party performance by Faith Hill (it was a party given by Carl Lindner who owns Chiquita Bananas and Penn Central and the Reds and some other stuff, so he can invite whoever he wants to sing each year). The … Continue reading Erev Hanukkah, 5765
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