5/16/2010



No more Tuesday hebrew school! Well, just for this year for both of us, and for me (Willie) no more Tuesday hebrew school forever--hooray! Just one more perk of being recently admitted as an adult in the tribe. We celebrated by having curry for dinner--okay, we have curry every Tuesday after...hebrew...school. EGAD! Does this mean we don't get curry if there isn't any hebrew school? We want Tuesday hebrew school again. Waaaaaa!

We had a Lord of the Rings mini marathon this weekend--we saw all of the extended Fellowship of the Ring and Two Towers. This time the viewing was enhanced by yellow 'penalty' flags that we threw at the TV whenever Arwen was on screen at an inappropriate (not in the book) time, which was often. Peter Jackson was the most penalized director of the day. We did hear one Willhelm scream loud and clear during the Helm's deep battle. That made it all worth it.

Papa was making a marbled chocolate cheesecake at the shul this morning for the shavuot cheesecake competition and he tried to get Nabisco famous chocolate wafers to use as the crust, and they don't have a hecksher! How could that be--even Oreo's have an O-U hecksher now. Anyway, he got Oreos and scraped the tasty filling out of them to use as the crust. He then brought home the extra Oreos and scraped fillings home so we could make our own double and triple stuf cookies. Mmmmmm.

Houseguest Mike was very helpful in helping mommy find her new phone number. Ask her what it is, and maybe she'll give it to you so you can wonder at the tremendousness of it. Thanks Houseguest Mike--come visit!

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Hey Teddy, your aura is showing, and your epidermis. I just thought this picture of Teddy was cool. He took one of me, but he deleted it cuz it was supposedly no good. Sure.

Papa the slave driver has us doing burpees every afternoon. We've got to do sets of 10, then 9, 8, 7...down to 1. It's 55 in all. Teddy is the fastest and Papa is the fattest, I mean the slowest, and I'm somewhere in between. The strangest part is that we don't even complain about it anymore, and we've been doing them for like 6 days. I did learn that it's a lot easier to do burpees on the carpet down the basement bedroom than on the hard wood floors. Youch.