WHO SAYS THE XMAS SPIRIT IS DEAD?

THE NEIGHBORHOOD CHOIR CAME OVER TO SERENADE ME.

WASN'T THAT NICE?

A Panacea for our Times

You didn't know I'd written a little book, did you?

I don't like to toot my own horn,

but I think the country may need this right now.

SUMMER!

That special time of the year when our thighs stick together 

even more than usual. We also turn a year older, such delight!

WE'RE NOT DEAD YET

WE'RE JUST PRACTICING.

STILL ON VACAY

MJ AND I WERE POOPED AFTER A SPIN ON THE TILT-A-WHIRL.

AW, SHIT.

MY COMPUTER CRASHED & BURNED TWO WEEKS AGO.

EVERYTHING IS GONE.

GUESS...

...WHAT'S IN MY PRETTY GOLD BOX?

FROM THE ARCHIVES

AFTER READING A PIECE FROM THE LA TIMES ABOUT THE WANING NUMBERS OF CONSERVATIVE JEWS,  (WHICH ISN'T THE SAME THING AS A  CONSERVATIVE LIKE MICHELLE BACHMANN)  I GOOGLED THE RABBI FROM THE TEMPLE I'D ATTENDED AND CAME UPON  THEIR HISTORY PAGE.  I WAS SURPRISED TO SEE A PHOTO,  FOR THE FIRST TIME MIND YOU,  OF A FEW CLASSMATES & MYSELF,  BETWEEN THE GIRLS. 
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'TWAS AN AWKWARD TIME.
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