Shana Aleph Turned Shana Rishona

Breaking news: Girl breaks into the Mir Beis Midrash at night. 

How do I know about this? I was that girl. Yes, I forgot to tell you, dear readers, that the crazy author of this blog stole into the Mir Beis Midrash in the middle of the night (okay, it was like 8:00 pm, whatever. Semantics). 

It was empty, of course, but I still felt like I was doing something very wrong, which I probably was, now that I think about it. But now that I'm married, who even cares?

Speaking of marriage, the CH and I have been having a lot of fun recently playing some games. We played charades and 20 questions. I won always, obviously. Because here are the rules for playing games with the CH. 

Rule #1: Hudicus must win, always. 

Rule #2: The CH must lose, always. 

Rule #3: If the CH happens to win, then the game was rigged, or he cheated. (Don't ask how you can cheat in charades or 20 questions. These are better things left unasked.)

The end. Also, one time the CH asked, "What play are we going to game?" Yes, he was very tired. 

We also have had fun spoonerizing everything in existence. Have you ever had to spoonerize with an Israeli? Let me tell you, it's highly entertaining. Also, spoonerize pajama party. Yeah, dwell on that one for a sec. Also, I just made up the word spoonerize. But it's all good. 

Are you ready for some Strange Snippets now? 

I was asked a question by someone: "What do you want to know about me that you don't know." And so I answered with this intelligent response: "Well, if I don't know what I don't know, that I don't know what I wanna know, you know?"

I also, in that same conservation, said this: "Mean people are just not nice." Wow, Hoodles, your intelligence astounds us.

I ditched school a lot this week. Having some sort of existential crises, you see. And I hung out with friendies in the dorms, just ignnoring work and school, 'cause that's what a mature, married adult does.

I went gallivanting around Yerushalayim with Shana Aleph, when she was still Shana Aleph. For you see, she will forever be known as Shana Rishona now. For she got married last night. And it was so many beautifuls and funs. And I'm so many happies for her. 

I walked into the hall last night, after walking into the wrong wedding hall, of course, and said, "I'm gonna cry a lot tonight." And now she's a married woman. Wow. It was such a nice wedding. Danced like a crazy person, hocked it up wtih everyone there, and got such a nice bracha from the kallah. 

In other news, I got my sheitel done. Finally. Hadn't gotten it done since the wedding. When the sheitel macher saw me take the dead, waterlogged rat out of the sheitel bag, I think she screamed and fainted and then unfainted(yeah, I just made that word up. Deal with it) and cried out, "Oh, dear me! That is the most terrifying thing I've ever seen in my entire life." All in a British accent. And then she dumped my sheitel into a sink and washed her hands and eyes with bleach, to rid her of the horrifyingness(I'm so good at making up words that sound legit) that was my sheitel. 

So, I might have exaggerated just a shtickle, but my sheitel desperately needed to be done, and so it was done, baruch Hashem. 

Last Shabbos we spent in Ramois, with my cousins and in-laws. It was a really nice Shabbos. Got to hold my new baby cousin a lot, got to mess up in Hebrew a lot, got to schmooze with the mother-in-law a lot. All very good stuff. 

And this past Shabbos, we made in Romema. We had such fun, cooking all Friday. 

And then, on Motzei Shabbos, the CH asked me if I wanted pizza with liver for melava malka. Does that sound wrong to you? Well, this was said by the very holy and machmir CH, so clearly it's all good. 

But for realsies, he says pizza in random sentences. I'm so sorry, Adina G. I tried. I tried. But I failed. 

And now, I should go be productive. What, you say, with a horrified gasp. This isn't being productive? 

No, it's not. Mic drop. 

Toodles from Hoodles!