I should bundle up a bunch of the imps I don't wear and send them off to you

I wouldn't say no to that, if you're so inclined....

Do you know about kosher for passover Coke, t? They use sugar instead of corn syrup and in springtime you can stock up on the bottles with the marked caps.

Not anymore, Trudy. There was a recent ruling that corn syrup and other "legumic syrups" don't violate passover rules (it was written in fine print on several things I tried to buy this year), so I can't trust the kosher for passover stuff to be corn syrup free anymore. The rabbis are not looking out for me.

Not that I've ever been able to find the kosher for passover Coke or Oreos, but I'm betting they won't be worth searching out.

I do buy Mexican Coke whenever I see it, though.

Those rotten rabbis! The ONE time kosher food was fun...

Thanks, sj, I didn't know that. The brand is Tetley--they make a decaf version that is fairly easy to find in most supermarkets.

Just got up from an hour nap. It felt sooooo good. Even better since the boy is still asleep.

I put a roast in the crock pot this morning with carrots, celery, onions and red potatoes and the house smells DIVINE!

Man, young people need to stop killing themselves. On top of the girlfriend paranoia, now my mom's afraid I'm going to kill myself over not getting a job. Come on, I have too much television to watch to commit suicide. Plus, we have to give Cash's baby a Buffistacular nickname. I'm not going anywhere.

Those rotten rabbis! The ONE time kosher food was fun...

I know! I think it's really funny that I used to look forward to Passover a lot when I wasn't Jewish, but now, nsm.

Oh man, I was hungry before, but Cashmere's post is really pushing me over the edge. Even virtual pot roast smell is irresistible.

"Tiny little tea leaves...make Tetley tea"

On top of the girlfriend paranoia, now my mom's afraid I'm going to kill myself over not getting a job.

Is THAT a cultural thing too? (A serious question. Is there some similar-to-Japan tradition of offing yourself for failure?)

I don't think it's so much a cultural thing as a parent thing. She hears someone around my age (this time, a twenty-year-old girl who didn't get into pharmacy school and was posting (presumably in her LiveJournal or something ("she wasn't talking to her family, she was talking to strangers!")) about how no one loved her) kills herself, and she hears me feeling down about not getting a job, and she immediately thinks I'm suicidal.

That ranks right up with the BF's parents reacting to him shaving his head for a play in Grad School by sitting him down and worriedly asking him if he was becoming a skinhead, at which point he reminded them that he was Jewish.

I'm sorry, P-C; my mom gets like that too. Try not to let her make you question yourself.

Why can't I ever remember that when I eat something I feel better?