I have the beginnings of vegetable soup on the stove, matzo ball dough in the fridge, and klezmer on the stereo. (Well, klezmer/bluegrass fusion.) I feel like my grandmother would be proud. (Well, my grandmother on one side. My grandmother on the other side would want to know why I'm listening to that "peasant" music and why I'm cooking and listening to music on Shabbat, anyway. Though she would be proud of the food, since it's mostly made the way she made it.)

Quaff a delicious American brew, won't ya?

Yes, maam.

Upon checking the fridge, what I meant to say is: I would, but all I have is Czech beer. With 18 bitterness units. But I've just paid all our bills for the next two weeks and I think I deserve a beer for that because it sucked.

::weeps::

I am SO TIRED of gender identity constructs and their impact on leadership styles, issues, and opportunities.

Just thought y'all might like to know.

steels self to finish book on leadership identity. And then write something coherent about it.

All I wanna do is drink a beer!

klezmer/bluegrass fusion

A description like that makes me think that Bela Fleck had to be involved in some way.

Oh, fuck, I can't have beer! It's still Passover. Why could I not remember this before I opened the bottle? You'd think all the matzoh brie this morning would have reminded me.

Brain clearly needs a hard reset.

Oh, fuck, I can't have beer! It's still Passover. Why could I not remember this before I opened the bottle?

Heh. Stuff like that is half the reason I always separate my Passover and non-Passover cabinets and shelves -- if I didn't, I would be reaching for non-Passover stuff constantly.

The sad thing is I haven't had a beer in months. I had to dig to the back of the fridge to find it. All kinds of time to remember. The end of

Ending Prohibition should have been timed better, is all I can say.

I think my soup has too many leeks and onions and not enough of everything else. (This was a "throw together all the vegetables that seem like they go in soup" kind of vegetable soup.) Maybe the potatoes and the matzo balls will absorb some of the onioniness as they cook.

Plei, fear not! LA is ready for our Scolapalooza!

I would think that a lot of the oniony taste would go away if you just let it cook longer, Hil.

Aimee's ExBoss is a prick of the highest order. I hereby direct my PMS-generated formless rage towards him. Again.

I hadn't thought of this use, but it's so obvious on retrospect. I wasted a lot yesterday on work frustrations, and on Fujitsu - I have come to believe that they don't want to sell their products, based on the hoops I had to go through just to get a quote - but the remainder is all for Asshat!ExBoss.