I'm ... not quite sure how I feel about this.
I'm wondering why pick Passover to turn into a sex positive ritual? Then again my family made a tradition of butchering the holiday ourselves, with my dad trying to zip through the seder as fast as possible and reading everything in a WC Fields voice.
David, I am very sorry for your loss.
my family made a tradition of butchering the holiday ourselves, with my dad trying to zip through the seder as fast as possible and reading everything in a WC Fields voice.
with the exception of the WC Fields voice, the movie I just watched (When do we Eat?) seemed to indicate this is extremely common among USian Jews.
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For those in need of a feline-free dose of cuteness, I bring you Jasmin the greyhound: [link]
David, I'm so sorry. {{Hec}}
I saw my grandfather. He's all hooked up with tubes and machines and it's weird. The story is that he had a UTI, and the infection migrated to his kidneys, and then somehow when they were doing stuff he got fluid in his lungs, and now they're hoping antibiotics will kill the infection and save the day. My uncle thinks he'll be fine. But who knows.
Oh David. I'm so sorry. What a crappy day it was. Peace~ma all around.
But it's morning here, so I command that this day should be better to all Buffistas.
P-C, if that help, I'm with your uncle. Not that I know anything about your grandfather's medical history, but my own grandfather tends to go deathly every 1-2 years. I think I said goodbye to him at least 5 times by now (you'd think it'll get easier. It's not). So, here's hoping you're uncle's right.
(((David))) I'm so very sorrt for your loss.
David, I am so sorry for your loss. My love to you, JZ, Emmett and Matilda.
Oy, hugs all around to those what need em! I am happy to share job~ma widely, as i know it is much needed elsewhere :(
And O_A, i did indeed make repeated trips to the Dr, 'tis just a very clingy virus. I am now back to 80% voice which is a major blessing....there's just no way to surive taking 911 calls without a voice!!
I even had enough voice to scream at the kitties this morning. Mal was lying on my chest after a nice snuggle session, napping blissfully. Nico launched himself onto the bed and jumped on top of him. My chest, stomach, and neck suffered. There was screaming. Mal hid under the bed for an hour and Nico just stood next to my bed, oblivious to the agony he caused, looking at me as though i might consider feeding him again. Jerk.