tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089133433897831130.post6294775398909743496..comments2023-12-17T13:19:52.073+02:00Comments on Our Shiputzim: A Work In Progress: Kaf Tet B’NovemberMrs. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14649082640953110457noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089133433897831130.post-32373070746151019412010-12-01T23:00:59.789+02:002010-12-01T23:00:59.789+02:00Leora - And let it rain.
It sounds like you're...Leora - <i>And let it rain.</i><br />It sounds like you're getting more than enough to go around... :-)Mrs. S.https://www.blogger.com/profile/14649082640953110457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089133433897831130.post-4647147014771591252010-12-01T04:36:39.267+02:002010-12-01T04:36:39.267+02:00Well, I'll be, I get quoted along with the dec...Well, I'll be, I get quoted along with the declaration of a national fast day. Hmmm. Oh, thank you, is what I'm supposed to say! And let it rain.Leorahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12303493764579879710noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089133433897831130.post-61897387851534462372010-11-29T20:52:43.998+02:002010-11-29T20:52:43.998+02:00Miriyummy - A few years ago, our son's school ...Miriyummy - A few years ago, our son's school decided to save money by instituting a one-note-per-family policy for school newsletters etc. In other words, when a family had more than one son in the school, only the oldest brother would be given a copy of the note.<br /><br />But then the school remembered that most notes never make it home. At best, the boys cram the note into their pockets - leaving their parents to discover the soggy wad of paper when it comes out of the laundry. And at worst, the notes get lost even before the boys leave school.<br /><br />And so, the school quickly went back to giving notes to every student - even if the student had brothers in the school. That way, the odds were at least somewhat improved that the parents would eventually see the note...<br />:-)Mrs. S.https://www.blogger.com/profile/14649082640953110457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089133433897831130.post-85057485481245323982010-11-29T10:46:32.442+02:002010-11-29T10:46:32.442+02:00We don't get the call, we get the "I forg...We don't get the call, we get the "I forgot to give you this note." The note is usually remembered sometime around 9:30 PM, right before bedtime, and we have to produce either 4 packages of hot dogs, or 12 packages of marshmallows, or 6 bottles of some radioactive colored drink. Of course, none of that is in the house. Of course, at that time, the local makolet is closed. Of course, the car has been taken by a license-enabled teen. Of course, bedtime is now tear-laden. Of course, someone now has to hot-foot it to the makolet at some unGodly hour in the morning, before someone has had a chance to charge up with some coffee. Why don't they ever ask us for pickles? We have enough pickles in the house to last us through a nuclear fallout.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089133433897831130.post-53586350466817397242010-11-28T22:39:10.686+02:002010-11-28T22:39:10.686+02:00Ilana-Davita - Glad to be of service... :-)Ilana-Davita - Glad to be of service... :-)Mrs. S.https://www.blogger.com/profile/14649082640953110457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089133433897831130.post-56467490937006845322010-11-28T10:19:17.088+02:002010-11-28T10:19:17.088+02:00I was wondering where the latest HH was hoted; now...I was wondering where the latest HH was hoted; now I know. Thanks a lot!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com