High Times

Hello Everyone:

Passover has passed over without too much fuss. The post-Passover cleanup went pretty quick, compared to the insanity of getting ready for the holiday.  The one minor annoyance was no bread in the house, which meant no toast this morning. Instead I treated myself to a pretty good banana walnut muffin.  Yesterday I went to sis’s again for lunch and got in some baby time. She was a little more wide awake and I tried matchmaking her with a nine month old.  Her mum has a thing about putting her in frilly frocks and too big headbands. This time, the dress fit her but she still wore a too big headband. Still, she did look very cute. The meal, itself, was pretty good. There was tequila. I spoke with the Sometime BF and things seem pretty status quo with his mum. One interesting development, he got baked on his mum’s medication. The thought of this “nice Jewish boy” getting baked is pretty hysterical. Almost as funny as the time mum got loaded on Ativan. The last time I got high was at concert and it was a contact high. High and good times for all.