Oh my name is Mrs...

Hi ya'll!

It's that time of year again. Pesach cleaning. Yup.


BUT
I am hiding away in teh basement, writing my blog because there is no way in heck I'm gonna clean that fridge, plus Rafiki's doing it anyway. Having my family home is great (I miss you Kovi!) but there are some major downsides. For examplea: The Pt woke up this morning at who knows when and started sobbing her heart out. Then she starting kicking her bed and really whining, so Fudge asked her what was wrong. No repsonse. I politly thrust my head under my pillow (which I have not done since PT was three and couldn't STOP whining). Fudge kept repeatedly asking PT what was wrong and nothing was happening. Bingo. Now I have a headache. I think the reason she was whining is because she didn't know if it was morning yet. Whatever.

So, no school! That's awesome. I can sleep for as late as I want now, as long as a certain snotty little sister doesn't wake me up! The weather isn't exactly Pesidic yet though. I remember last Pesach like a slideshow:

dining room
grape juice
lotsa people
morning
eating farfel
going for a walk
coming inside
eating popsicles.

And I remember that to be a very good pesach. Join me in a sacred prayer for one that will be as good as that one.


oooohhhh maaaa yiiiiii maaaa.

And I am...OUT.