Been cross-checking with married friends who know things, as I do not.
That moment when you order a garter for your wedding because people told you “You’re a bride, you HAVE to wear a garter!” and then it arrives and you instantly remember who you are as a person and return it.
(Part of the Ebola Mom series)
(related to My Judaism is Rusty )
Making dinner plans…
I didn’t even know it was still Passover.
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.”
Me: “They boned.”
For me, Thanksgiving is all about handing your dad a tax document you don’t understand and begging him to please just take care of it for you.