Yogurt and Bananas

Lesson for life: do not--I repeat--do not go shopping in Osher Ad right before Pesach. Because you are not supposed to rely on miracles. And if you get out alive, without a scratch, with all of your groceries intact, within three hours, it's a miracle. 

Anywho, let's talk about that holiday of freedom, where the matzois are more abundant than the air that you breathe and the maror is supposed to be bitter, but not really 'cause it's just lettuce, and lettuce ain't yummy but it ain't bitter either. Oh well, I'm not complaining. Thank you, Rabbanim, for watching out for my poor taste buds. 

So, first day(s) (I still sometimes forget that I'm a shtickle Israeli and only have one day of Yom Tov), the CH and I were in Ramois, along with the Arbachs (that is for sure not how you spell it, but it's not like they're ever gonna read this brain-cell losing piece of literature that I call my blog). The seder was hilarious. There were like three different sedarim going on at the same time, even though there were only like two people at the table, and one of the seders finished at chatzois, while another was only just starting then, and there was a whole situation with the matzois, 'cause one seder was up to motzi matzah while the other seder was not, and so we had to find two whole matzois, which is not so easy to do when each matzah is worth like 70000 shekel (but they were really good matzois), and it was all just a grand old time. 

My bro-in-law, one of the aforementioned Arbachs, has a stuh-ning voice, and he sang pretty much all of Hallel, and it was so nice and inspiring, and I didn't even feel so many tireds at that point. I joined him for his seder, because the CH was a meanie-mo-pie-face-wi-face and finished his seder by chatzois, which no one even does ever, so I dunno. 

Wow, re-reading what I just wrote gives me a headache. I'm so sorry for any unfortunate soul who comes across this rambling of a very foncused young woman. 

Then, the CH and I stayed for Shabbos Chol Hamoed, and we were joined by the Wogelanters (now, this is a problem, because I know that's not how you spell it, which would be fine because why should they ever read this, but I heard some terrible news recently: THEY READ IT!!!!!! I'm very, very concerned. And it's all the CH's fault, 'cause he told them it existed, and for some reason, they thought it would be fun to look it up. Now, his sister is a psychologist, and she's probably questioning everything and psychoanalyzing me as we speak, and it's all very concerning). Shabbos was very beautiful. Had a grand time with the fam-jam, with lots of singing and divrei Toirah and of course, delicious food. 

And then Chol Hamoed began. The CH and I went back to our apartment, where we chilled and had some yogurt and bananas, and then had more yogurt and bananas, and..oh wait...we also had yogurt and bananas. 

Sunday was a chill day, but then on Monday we went to the Old City where we heard my nephew lein shir hashirim with his whole cheder, and it was the most pure thing in the entire world. I might have been crying a bit, or it could have just been the rain. Oh, yeah, it rained over Chol Hamoed. 

And then we went to a seudah at the Wohgelanters (I'm just gonna spell it differently every time, and the chances are one time it will be correct). 

And then it was already the last day of Pesach, and we went to my cousins in Beney Beraq. My aunt and uncle were there, as well, and it was a whole party. So many muches of Hebrew were spoken, and I ignored most of it. Nu nu. 

And now, Pesach is over, which is very many sads. But something else cool is that we made Shabbos, twice (they killed him twice--Get Smart fans, you know what I'm talking about). And I didn't food poison anyone or burn the house down, so I would call them both successes. And the CH made the chushoova choolent, and it was very many deliciousess. 

And now, for the grand finale: 

Faeven Manebust, you know her? Well, she's an engaged woman!! And guess what? She's engaged to someone from Richmond! What a small world. 

And now, for the other grand finale (yes, I know that kind of defeats the purpose of a grand finale): 

She-She Skaist, you know her? Well, she's an engaged woman!! To someone from the British lands. Super cool. 

And now, I should go. To do what, I don't know. Definitely not anything productive, 'cause that would be ewey. 

Toodles from Hoodles!