The Mystery of the Missing Spoons

Have you ever poured out corn kernels into the trashcan? But not just simply poured out kernels. No, it's not that easy. This pouring out includes the kernels being surrounded by this clear gloop, and as the kernels pour out of the can, they slide down this gloop like they're on the best waterslide of their lives. 

Nope, neither have I. But you know who has? My friend, from here on out known as Tehillim. I walk into the kitchen and see her, wearing this slightly diabolical smile on  her face, as she pours the kernels out one by one, watching them slide down the mucus-looking gloop with a glee generally reserved for cute babies and chocolate twizzlers. 

So, that was fun. Sorry for the slightly disgusting description. That was the only way I could do it justice. 

Shabbos was so nice. I was in Modiin for the firstest time ever with family friends. They are vegetarian, so they got me chicken for the meal. I felt like I was corrupting the poor kids, eating my chicken right in front of them, as they feasted on rice and quinoa and fruit. What an animal I am!

Shloims' Tichel Party took place on Thursday night. With delicious noodles, sushi, and salad and great tichels and even greater company, the party was a blast. 

My sister had a baby boy. I'm another aunt. But not like the ants crawling around our kitchen. That's my fault, because I don't clean up after myself. Oops. 

Their names are John, Hindy and Shaina. And if you're wondering where I came up with those names out of the blue, then let me enlighten you. 

Remember my teacher who watched the video of himself teaching the subject that he was currently teaching us? Well, he also made up these names for books on a bookshelf to explain some computer concept that I wasn't listening to. 

And then, of course, there are the great lines of the week, but I forgot most of them. I do remember Shana Aleph's line of the week: "You walk like an egg." which, of course, brought images to mind of giant eggs waddling around on thin, stick-like feet, waving their stick arms for some balance.

So, OPS is hitting me hard right now, so I can't remember anything else that happened this week. So awkward for me. 

Oh, I went to the Kois (Kotel, for all you non-Yeshivish peeps) for awhile and to Geula and to Osher Ad, where I bought so much foody food that I couldn't even fit it all into my cabinet or fridge space (which, to be fair, is so small that even if I only bought a thing of yogurt and eggs, I probably wouldn't be able to stuff it in).

School is stupid. Enough said on that. 

Finals are coming up. Gotta take out my stash of chocolate twizzlers soon. 

If anyone like to solve mysteries, here's one for you. Where did all the spoons in our apartment go? In the past, they have all disappeared into certain individual's backpacks, never to be seen again until cleaning for Pesach (or until the smell overwhelms such people's roommates), but we have scoured our bags for them, and they are nowhere to be found. A reward of pasta and bamba (that's my whole food shelf) to whomever can lead us to these missing spoons. 

So, bye now. Hope y'all aren't too disappointed with the shortness of it. 

Toodles from Hoodles!