Splinter
I sat in a fridge yesterday, like actually sat in the fridge. Being short is good for some things, I guess, like cleaning out a fridge for Pesach. No, it was not my fridge, because even I, the shortiest of the shorts (that sounds off), could not sit in my fridge. And that's because it is small. Wow, that was highly intelligence. Anywho, moving on from me having a chill (ha, pun intended) in the fridge, last week was Rosh Chodesh. So, the CH (that's Chushoova Hoosband for all you peeps who have OPS--that's Old People Syndrome for all of you who have YAS--that's Young and Stupid for all of you have EOOPS--remember, the 'e' is silent) made shnitzel in honor of the new month. And it came out so good. You know what that means? I ain't making shnitzel ever again. He he. Shabbos was spent in the Old City with my sister and brother-in-law. We had such a grand time, missing the last train and walking all the way to the Old City. It's such a great walk, though. ...