Hum.
It seems that this Pesach, all the food decided not to have any flavor. At all. I'm sticking it out. Hey! I've got chocolate matzah and cinnamon cookies!
My dad, it turns out, is a really good guy. He had asked me to send him information about a certain musical theatre convention in New York, and he told me yesterday that he really wanted me to go. He tried calling and emailing, but never got through. That itself was just really nice.
ETA: Two out of the four cups last night were wine. I don't think I've ever had that much alchohol at once. Or even ever. I told myself I'd have at least two. And it was awful.
And try saying "matza farfel kugel" five times fast. That's another thing I'll be living off of.
And...deesarrachi, keep your fingers crossed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Everyone else, too. For the good of my social life.
My dad, it turns out, is a really good guy. He had asked me to send him information about a certain musical theatre convention in New York, and he told me yesterday that he really wanted me to go. He tried calling and emailing, but never got through. That itself was just really nice.
ETA: Two out of the four cups last night were wine. I don't think I've ever had that much alchohol at once. Or even ever. I told myself I'd have at least two. And it was awful.
And try saying "matza farfel kugel" five times fast. That's another thing I'll be living off of.
And...deesarrachi, keep your fingers crossed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Everyone else, too. For the good of my social life.