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Showing No Signs of Bridezilla Status Over Here

Mom: “Well, we never took an official family photo this year so I guess we aren’t going to send a holiday card, which means I’m not going to write the annual family newsletter.”

Me: “WHAT?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Oh, this is SO classic. Every year I don’t want you to write the letter because nothing new is ever happening in MY life. I sound so boring every time. It’s always ‘Zack got a new job! Zack moved to New York! Steph got married! Steph had a baby! Jeremy….’ well, whatever. You get what I’m saying. And then the year I get engaged you’re NOT GOING TO WRITE A  NEWSLETTER? When I FINALLY have some news?! This is so unfair and so not surprising at all.”

Mom: “I was kidding. Of course I’m writing a letter.”

Oh.

Yeah I know I was kidding too.

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Maybe Start Celebrating It

A mom and her small child get into the elevator with me…

Me (to child): “Ooooh! And what are YOU dressed up as for Halloween? Whatever it is, you look awesome!”
Child: <blank, confused stare>
Mom: “Oh she has no idea it’s Halloween. We don’t celebrate it. This is just what she decided to wear today.”

Oh.

Well then she looks ABSURD.

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I’m Sorry, Kids

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I am embarrassed to admit that I went against everything I believe in as a chocolate-lover and general knower-of-juvenile-things and purchased the cheapest bag of Halloween candy I could find for our trick-or-treaters. I’m sorry, Society, but $16 for the Hershey favorites variety pack that only included 40 pieces seemed insane (and Whoopers in the pack?! No. NOT a favorite and they should be ashamed to have included them. And don’t even get me started on the Almond Joy. In my childhood I could have fed an entire army on the pile of discarded Almond Joys I threw into the bottom corner of my closet. (“But Emily, if you hated them, why did you keep them in your closet?” Um, because when November 15th rolled around and I had polished off my top-ranked goods by including at least 7 pieces of candy in every meal for 2 weeks straight, I’d then enter the “Desperate Times” phase of sugar withdrawal and creep over to the reject stash in the middle of the night, while the rest of the house slumbered. I never claimed to be sane.)).

So, yeah. I went for the $5.00 generic brand, hoping that kids just won’t know the difference.

Because kids don’t notice when a peanut butter “cup” or a chocolate “bar” looks like it was driven over by a car and then stomped on by an angry little elf, right? And parents don’t mind when the wrapper is slightly torn and insides exposed, as if a mouse had already visited this piece of lesser-chocolate, and even the mouse was like, “eh, no thanks…”?*

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Just add it to your “Desperate Times” stash, kids. You’ll thank me later. Like at 3:30am on November 16th.

 

*Still (slightly) better than Eric’s idea to hand out ziplock bags of homemade beef jerky.

My Judaism is Rusty

This year we had two lovely, very inquisitive non-Jews at our Seder.

I did my best.

Guest: “And what does the maror symbolize?”

Me: “The bitterness of slavery.”

Guest: “And the charoset?”

Me: “The mortar the slaves used between the bricks when they were building for the Eygptian pharohs.”

Guest: “And how about the shank bone?”

Me: “That represents how the slaves passed the time all those years in the desert.”

(Silence)

Me: “They boned.”