SJF

—chosson was distracting me. Yes, you heard that right. Someone is crazy enough to want to marry me. Yes, ME! Thanks for all the mazel tov wishes; however much I don't like to speak on the phone, I have been doing a lot of it recently. 

Now we get to the crux of the matter: my chosson reads my blog, so I might have to tone down the craziness a bit...or maybe he should see all of it so he knows what he's getting himself into? Hmmm. Points to ponder. 

His name is R. Dilman. Which will make me Hudilman (pronounced Huddleman), creds to Adeeeeeeena. To all those out there wondering: no, I don't know what continent the wedding is going to be on. As my father so aptly put it, we've narrowed it down to Australia or Scotland. 

Anywho, enough about me. Wait, actually every single blog post is only about me. Moving on...

Our hilarious-watches-himself-teaching-teacher said a great line the other day, documented by our very own Faeven: "It's the SJF: that stands for Shortest Job First, NOT Single Jewish Female."

We all know the real reason I go to Machon Tal, and it's not so that I can learn all the faskinating, very relevant information about tangent lines and truth tables that will clearly help me in my every day life. It is so that I can be entertained by my teachers, specifically the one mentioned above. 

So, Shabbos was awesomeness. I went to the Steinsies, where dying in your toilet was mentioned only once and very briefly. We had a good time together, learning a bit and laughing a lot. 

Shira S. came over on Shabbos day, which was so many nices. We all hung out and talked and laughed and ate delicious food. It was a great Shabbos. 

School is going well. We've had three cancelled classes this week alone, and you think they told us in advance? Oh no. That was would be too crazy. They told us literally five minutes before class started. So, all of that missed work will be super fun to make up. Can't wait. 

In other news, I finally bought food. For the longest time, I would open the fridge and look at my shelf and have to decide between whole garlic cloves or soy sauce. I'm not kidding. Those were the only two food items that I had on my shelf. But now, I have actually foodie food. Yeah for Yesh!

Yesterday, Mikvah-jumper Avigayil (who wrote the beginning masterpiece of this blog post) put together a super cute and fun birthday party for our friend, Sara the Doncer. We played codenames, sang a bit, enjoyed Faeven's delicious cake, and had a great time. 

And now, I will go be responsible and do work. Ewey. Being an adult is ewey. And on that mature note, I bit y'all adieu. 

Toodles from Hoodles!

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