Thursday, August 14, 2008
S is for Soothing
Bandits lurk in the shadows, waiting to pounce. Skeletons laugh at me. What trouble waits beyond tomorrow?
Let us think of what is soothing:
Rice.
Mom's old copy of Say it in Yiddish.
The theme song from Room 222.
And when the chips are REALLY down....purring kitty.
I wish I had a copy of "Say it in Yiddish" it would make me feel like less of a shmuck.
Countdown to upstate: 2 weeks!
Oy gavult! I can't wait to see your punim!
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Hope my back doesn't go out. Knock on wood.
By The Capt'n, at 10:12 PM
No, your back can't go out. You must be in great shape for all the funs we will have soon.
I wish I had a copy of "Say it in Yiddish" it would make me feel like less of a shmuck.
By 8:05 PM
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Don't plotz, peedsele, Lizzie is practically fluent. She was the token shabbes goy on Long Island who would shut the neighbor's lights for them, (as was my uncle Stan Hymovitz in North Philly, but that's another story...)
Countdown to upstate: 2 weeks!
By The Capt'n, at 12:46 AM
Yeeeeaaaah! I will come when you want me to. Lizzie and I talked about it, but no hard plan yet. You beckon for me and I will be there.
Oy gavult! I can't wait to see your punim!
By 6:18 PM
, atPeeds, you should get to Fleishmans asap, that is my official opinion. What, are they gonna fire you? I think not! I've got Weeks in the mix, now we gotta work on MM.
By The Capt'n, at 11:30 AM
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