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Things I love:
1. Having Adam home for the weekend.
2. Starbucks Coffee (yep, I know it's weak of me.)
3. Coming home from Torah study to a house that smells like homemade matzo ball soup.
4. Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat.
5. Studying Tanach.
6. The thought of Chipotle goodness after Shira Tuesday night.
7. My Saturday RS kids.
8. Text message conversations.
9. Matzo with cream cheese and sliced strawberries. One of life's most wonderful pleasures.
Things I don't love:
1. People who bring herds of children into Starbucks and then let them run free like cattle. This extended family came in while I was studying and their 11 children (I counted) were running around like Starbucks was a playground. One of them ran smack into the chair opposite of me and bonked his head, causing his mother to glare at me like rammed the chair into her child's head. Yeah.
2. People who ask me if I'm afraid that I'll be blown up next year.
3. Feeling guilty that I'm not studying hebrew when I'm studying Torah or reading a good book.
4. The fact that nothing is being done about my grandparents' house. Again.
5. Going to Easter dinner and feeling like I'm being snobby for not eating some of the food because it's Passover.
I guess if this is all I have to complain about, I'm in good shape.
1. Having Adam home for the weekend.
2. Starbucks Coffee (yep, I know it's weak of me.)
3. Coming home from Torah study to a house that smells like homemade matzo ball soup.
4. Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat.
5. Studying Tanach.
6. The thought of Chipotle goodness after Shira Tuesday night.
7. My Saturday RS kids.
8. Text message conversations.
9. Matzo with cream cheese and sliced strawberries. One of life's most wonderful pleasures.
Things I don't love:
1. People who bring herds of children into Starbucks and then let them run free like cattle. This extended family came in while I was studying and their 11 children (I counted) were running around like Starbucks was a playground. One of them ran smack into the chair opposite of me and bonked his head, causing his mother to glare at me like rammed the chair into her child's head. Yeah.
2. People who ask me if I'm afraid that I'll be blown up next year.
3. Feeling guilty that I'm not studying hebrew when I'm studying Torah or reading a good book.
4. The fact that nothing is being done about my grandparents' house. Again.
5. Going to Easter dinner and feeling like I'm being snobby for not eating some of the food because it's Passover.
I guess if this is all I have to complain about, I'm in good shape.