I saw a "Shalom Y'all" bumper sticker today, and thought especially of Nilly. Then I googled, and it's a documentary about being Jewish in the South. Makes sense, I suppose.

Co-worker is talking to another one about being busted for some mistake. She keeps dipping into conspiratorial whispers, which is the only reason I started eavesdropping. It was like a klaxon of "dirt here!"

Tulane Hillel has a "Shalom Y'all" sign over one of the doorways.

Working in a Jewish high school has me spouting random bits of badly pronounced Hebrew frequently. I still can't say the "ch" sound correctly. I sound like such a lame WASP when I try.

Also, hi.

Perhaps the funniest thing you will see all day. [link]

I'm home! And in for the night, I think!

Too bad I have reading to do. But happy that the reading I have is decidely NOT Dante!

I'm all exclaimy. I blame the sudafed.

YAY!

I haven't eaten anything all day until now. The last I ate was with J&G and Allyson at CityWalk last night.

Milk doesn't really count as food food does it? Cause that's what I've had so far.

But I'm neither hungry nor caring about eating and too lazy to cook.

The last I ate was with J&G and Allyson at CityWalk last night.

Jealous again.

Milk's more nutritious than anything else (or so I've heard), so my vote would be to count it as food.

Sudafed supresses the appetite.

I have a book somewhere that's the diary of a jewish southern wife back around the turn of the century. I remember it being quite interesting.