I have cleaned the kitchen, the dining room, the foyer, and half the living room. Then I went to the grocery store, and came out with a 5lb chicken and a 6lb brisket.
This can only mean two things: 1. I am nesting like a mad hen. 2. It’s Rosh Hashanah time!
So to the Bitchery readers who are celebrating the arrival of 5768, l’shanah tovah! May your new year be sweet and happy. May your brisket be moist! May your man-titty be extra round!