A friend of mine finished his year of shlichus and told me his plans to learn smicha in Melbourne.
"So I won't see you for 15 months," he told me, "Try not to do anything that I would miss, until I come back..."
The wife where I ate my Shabbos day meal asked me why I'm going to a day camp this summer.
"Is it for the money, or for your resume?" she asked me.
Left with just those choices, I still had to answer that it was for neither.
I still have not worn my Snuggie.
I did well on my Taruvois test Thursday, bh.
In a few posts, I'll have reached 600. I still have not decided how I will celebrate.
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