Oh yes, I’m done
I came home to this today. Which is lucky, because I thought Hannukah was Thursday and it’s actually tomorrow. It might have been a mistake to assume that Google Calendar knows what “Erev” means. What, they put Christmas Eve on there!
Anyway, the important thing to remember is that if your present isn’t in one of these boxes, you’re probably not getting one. Happy holidays!
The Jerky Boys – Special Delivery
(If you know me, wink wink wink to you on this track. You’ll know even by the 30 second snippet.)
Shame on you! Even I knew that the first night of Hannukah was tomorrow! I read my students two Hannukah books today and explained all about the holiday. They were pretty jealous when they found out about the whole eight day thing! The rest of this week is dedicated to you. We will be playing with my several dreidels I’ve collected over the years, eating latkes, and reading more books about Hannukah gelt, goblins, and more. I love it.
I even told them all about you.
Happy Hannukah my momojew friend o’ mine! Much love.
It’s hard to know what’s coming when you exist on three hours of sleep a night! It’s lucky I knew it was even coming.
But that is really lovely. Your school should pay for a guest speaker from New York. And a bagel breakfast.
And thanks!
Happy Hanukkah! I even knew when Hanukkah started–my Irish calendar ALWAYS gets the Jewish holiday right and has all the less well-known ones too. Even Target had Hanukkah Hershey’s kisses here, this year!
Happy latke-eating. If I can find a latke in Nashville {I’m heading out today], I’ll eat one in your honor.
“I have a little dreidel, I made it out of clay…”
Happy holiday my friend. Wishing happiness and blessings.
And lots of tennis
A musical classic 😉
And I’m jealous of the neat stack of amazon boxes — our UPS guys usually follow the drop/toss and run approach.
Thanks!
Elena, I actually don’t like latkes so you can eat mine, too. 😀
Deas, is it January yet?
North, I sort of suspect my super did that. It is tip season, after all.
Don’t like latkes? Seriously?
They’re potatoes. They’re fried. I don’t understand this at all.
Oily food makes me nauseous. Or is it nauseated? I think it’s both.
Just back from Nasville. Not only didn’t I see any latkes anywhere, I didn’t see much that wasn’t cooked in pork fat. It’s a different world there, out in the sticks where my sister lives. Sigh.