Uh-huh.
The bread is burnt. The house is clean, so many times over, and I have 470 NIS to prove my work-week. $104. Not bad, for two days being sick. Camp is the experience that teaches you that you can make up a song for any action under the sun, and little humanoids will catch on and join you instantly. That, and they will do anything for "a point." And it's never fair. Ever.
I've had my last bit of anything made with wheat (other than matzah) for the week, that being a bowl of spaghetti. I miss it already.
Happy Pesach, Y'all!
This post is brought to you by the incoherency and crack of 12:30 AM.
I've had my last bit of anything made with wheat (other than matzah) for the week, that being a bowl of spaghetti. I miss it already.
Happy Pesach, Y'all!
This post is brought to you by the incoherency and crack of 12:30 AM.