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| Two words: buzz off |
I hope all is well at home. I am writing from the frozen aisle at IGA Cavendish (aka Gaza) as I wait to make a break for the check out line. The place is filled with people trying to get home for shabbat. I fear that I will never be the same after today. Bodies are everywhere and the site of two ladies fighting over a chalah in the kosher aisle has left me drained. That damn clock change has caused havoc in the neighborhood. Don't the farmers realize how hard it is to prepare dinner for 20 at 2 o'clock in the afternoon??!!
If I don't make it out please remember that I did this all for you. I have to go now as I see your math teacher trying to pass 47 items at the 10 items or less cash and I can't take any more pain today.
Wish your father was here instead of me,
Mom
5 comments:
i just love you. never stop blogging...also, why in the name of jesus is it so hard for me to post a comment??
Is it? I don't know why. I'll see if I can change it but then we might see all of those invitations to orgies popping up. What the hell.
Love you too!
Please excuse my shiksah wife for referencing Jesus on your blog about shopping for shabbat.
I am in tears from laughing.
They've changed in the last ten years. Glad you were influential when they were little and listened!
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