So, it's official. Kell and I are moving into nob hill at the end of january/beginning of february. It's pretty....intense? Exciting? Pimp, actually, is the word I'm looking for. So from now until then we're saving like the fickle old jewish couple that we are for some siq furniture and fire appliances. We're the first on the waiting list for the
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If you have relatives over, you know, it's your roof, right? But those are just stand-ins, because at a crazy seder that may be how it would start (you host of hosts), but sooner or later, everyone'll feel that "...old time rock and roll!..." and you may have to buy new furniture, with the broken table. But hey, it was a crazy seder, where was it going to go? Then there's the hiding of the afikomen, absolute fucking chaos.
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