the Sunday mornings when I was teaching Hebrew school and got the call that school was canceled because of snow. I don't think that I yelled as much and danced around the house as much when I used to listen for the radio announcer mangle the name of my school when I was a kid, Mamamodis, Manades, Mamandies. School was out and I got to go back to bed.
I am feeling less ill but my husband sounds like an old dusty mummy speaking after being unwrapped. He is awaiting the probably positive result of his Covid test. Our son across town is also awaiting the results of his Covid test.
I started a slow cooker soup yesterday. My husband and I ate some last night and will have more of it tonight.
We are eating chicken that
I coated withsmoked paprika and cayenne pepper. I added some bottled lemon juice to the pan because we are out of fresh lemons. My husband won't notice the taste difference between fresh and bottled lemon juice. I will but won't say anything.
Tough noogies! This isn't the week to complain about imperfect challot. As soon as I am done typing this I will go lie down for a nap.
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