Heading toward the door, my kids stop whatever they’re doing and stare at my coat. They ask me about it; I tell them it’s the latest drop-off from Fran
Off to the shoe store goes every mother whose husband has bein hazmanim. She takes along every one of her children who has two feet, including the baby who is bound to start walking within a year, because, hello, 40 percent
Shmuel was still laughing when they left the office. “Women on a kevarim tour! Forget Dial-a-Segulah. Need a yeshuah? Visit the Pnei Yehoshua!”
Take a shmatteh soaked in bourbon. (No, kidding. Fantastik.) Swipe at that top shelf. This will bring down a shower of dust and small insect parts. When you stop coughing, make a mental note to ask someone taller than you to do this next year
Was it time for the picture to be stretched back to its original shape? Whom could I possibly trust with it?
