|Rabbi with The Cousin and me|
This is what I look like by noon. You can only imagine what I look like by 5:00 pm.
I've had f*!@#ing Hava Nagila stuck in my head for the last 48 hours.
So, The Cousin got a new toy. By the time Sweet Pea's mom came home at lunch to offer up a little "boob action" for Sweet Pea, I had listened to, danced to and sang Hava Nagila so many times, I thought any slight trace of Jewish heritage I might have, would jump out of my skin and slap me up the side of my head... hard.
"More, Rabbi, peez" was what The Cousin requested OVER AND OVER AGAIN. So I'd squeeze the Rabbi's left foot and the Hebrew folk song would begin again. Even when I hid Rabbi behind a pile of dirty clothes, The Cousin would find him. It's not that I hate Hava Nagila. It's alright.
But I'm sure you'd agree; when you hear even your favorite melody 100 times in a day, it sucks.
|"I can do anything and my age has nothing to do with it."|
It's all about the data I've been told by my teacher pals.
But The Cousin and I, we know better. She poured in all the ingredients, including the strawberry JELL-O for color.
And, it kept her mind off Rabbi for a good 45 minutes!