Sabotage

It's official. She's now Mrs. Shloims Volpsy. So many mazal tovs!

Shloims' wedding was on Wednesday last week. Mikvah-Jumper Avigayil and I were sitting in the dark room on her bed, watching the livestream while crying hysterically and clutching each other for dear life. 

And now they're married. Tuesday night, we went to Sheva Brachos for them. It was so nice to see her, wearing her sheitel and being all married and stuff. They're such cuties! 

Anywho, I'm going to quote a friend right now: I feel like a chalkboard. She said this in response to overdosing on Claritin. Ladies and gentleman, let me save you a call to poison control. Only take a Claritin pill once every 24 hours, and do not, I repeat, DO NOT, take 5 in less than 48 hours. 

So, that was an interesting experience. But really, I am a shtickle sick, just coughing up a storm. Not too fun. 

But I am not too sick to tell you about Shabbos this past week. Where was I? The Shpiegels. What happened there? So many funny things. 

First off, did you know that Mr. Shpiegel has his own blog?! I know, I couldn't believe it either. So cool. 

Also, the dad jokes...they were something special. I think my eyes were sore from rolling them so much. 

Now, everyone, you can choose from three types of jello. There's strawberry. There's cherry. And there's chicken. And you know what? You can really live it up...and have all three! I think that Tzivie and I said the above lines twenty times the entire Shabbos. Also, we kept on offering her father soup. I think he was regretting having me over. 

So, it was a really nice Shabbos, baruch Hashem, even though the rice didn't work out. Love the Shpiegels. Always an adventure when I go. I left to Yerushalayim Motzei Shabbos, armed with donuts and popcorn. 

The fast on Sunday went pretty well, the fasting part I mean. I lay in bed most of the day, listening to some shiurim. Obviously, not the most fun day of the year. 

Okay, I'm going to go on a bit of rant now. Get ready. There is construction right outside our building. And it's loud. I mean it's like head-pounding, ear-splitting, headache-inducing constant drilling and noise. Is it any wonder I can't sleep in past 7:30 am? It's insane. I'm getting desperate. All I can think about is bombing the site, stealing the construction vehicles in the middle of the night, building a gate surrounding the site so no one can get in, watering the entire ground so they can't do any work, suing the government for not allowing me (who has chronic mono syndrome, remember) to get any sleep. None of those are super feasible, so if anyone has any good construction-site sabotage plans, please let me know as soon as possible.

In other, less aggravating news, Shana Aleph has come up with a new name for a mom: birth parents. She also, in response to something I said, replied "Kain Yehai Shemai Raba" instead of "Kain Yehi Ratzon." I love mixing up Torah/Chazal things.

And now, I must issue a public apology to Adeeeeena, AdIna, DD, and Yael, who are part of my friend nursing contingent (I mentioned my Israeli nursing friends last week, but I forgot to mention my American nursing friends. How rude of me!). 

So, I'm tired (couldn't fall asleep until 4 last night). Actually, funny story. Our door handle is broken and keeps falling off, and if you shut the door too tightly, then you're locked in or out. Last night, at like 2:30 am, I went out of the room and shut the door behind me. You guessed it. I locked myself out. So I collected an arsenal of tools--a clip, a screw, a random white piece of plaster, two metal thingies--and went to work. Half-an-hour, I worked on that door until Shana Aleph heard the noise and went to investigate. Then she decided to try and open it. She opened it within 10 seconds. So...that was kind of funny.

I think I want to go take a nap right now. So, bye.

Toodles from Hoodles!