Everyone lies. Good guys lose. And love… does not conquer all.
Wine and Mazto Ball Soup
So I socialized yesterday. It turned out that one of my Facebook friends was a photographer who lived right down the street from me. Only I would have no clue of this all this time. She was really cool and really nice, I think we hit it off. Weâ€™re thinking of getting together with another local photographer sometime.
I totally forgot how intense this book is, I feel almost embarrassed listening to it in my car and make sure the windows arenâ€™t down at stop lights. Sheâ€™s just really graphic, no Iâ€™m not listening to kiddie porn.
I love the idea of doing a week detox but then Iâ€™m not a fan of being arrested for running someone over with my car out of hunger turned to rage.
Why do Americans love to play soccer but hate to watch it?
Not getting exercise shouldnâ€™t count against you if itâ€™s rainy, or if itâ€™s cold and dreary or if you have PMS or if youâ€™re just really really tired.
At first I thought maybe this regular insomnia for no foreseeable reason would be fun but it turns out itâ€™s not, at all. And no Gwen, I have not tried catnip tea but Manly Man has and he was not pleased, not pleased at all.
We have to go to Passover dinner tomorrow night. Passover used to involve the entire service, reading the whole story, all the blessing. Over the years weâ€™ve cut down and cut down some more on all the tradition. Now the tradition is drinking a shitton of wine and eating matzo ball soup.