Face it...you can't make this stuff up!
Enjoying an evening cup...spiked gently with Bailey's Irish Cream...and laughing out loud.
Inspired by Diane and Sal's new romance...goy girl meets wonderful wacky Hanukkah celebrating dude. And now the rest of us need a translator. Special Thanks to Carol and Vicki who are helping us navigate these lox and gefilte fish strewn waters. (...what do you mean you soak it it lye...and then you eat it...) by recently giving everyone an online Yiddish cheat-sheet.
Very helpful by the way.
So now I've learned that Diane will be a baleboste and someday maybe even a bubbe. And I can kibbitz and kvetch over morning coffee with them without sounding like a putz. A dank. Turns out it is kind of a cross between Hebrew and German. Think Fritz Goldstein.
All the Yiddish I have ever known was learned off SNL.
Ready to celebrate my oldest's 26th birthday next week! Every year it just gets harder to believe. I don't feel old enough to have a child who is over a quarter of a century old... ~laughing~
Oy vey!
