March was all-consuming for us. As were the six months before March too, really. I mean, I may have mentioned Emily’s Bat Mitzvah once. Or twice. Or thrice. Or four times. Or five. Or six. Or about a hundred times. See? You can now understand the all-consuming bit. If you know…
March 29, 2013 – 10:31 am
Who would have thought that one of these children had a fever of 103 and one of these children refused to even brush his hair? Well maybe you can tell who didn’t brush his hair…
I’m decompressing this post-changing-of-the-clocks Monday morning—over a plateful trough of mini whoopie pies and frosted brownies and black and white candy (and copious amounts of coffee)(and then more coffee)—and figuring out how I can share all the incredibleawesome that was my girl’s Bat Mitzvah party, complete with stories of (almost)…
