Rosh Hashanah.... Where the Wind Comes Right Behind the Rain

Okay, how stupid is that? I can't help it. It's like non religious crossing for squirrels (and other road kill). It just comes out. It needs to be said (or sung). I don't know WHY. I don't make the rules. Come on. Show me how smart you are.
So today is Rosh Hashanah, I'm thinking I'm spelling it right because there is no red underline telling me I'm an idiot (which is often the case). I will say, if ever my brother is present while I am typing he is correcting me left and right. My mother, the once college English professor is probably appalled by my overuse of commas, run on sentences and just general disregard for the English language. Hey, I could be sitting on the couch watching Jerry Springer, things could be worse. Not much worse than this economy, but let's not go there. Let's go to a happy place. Rosh Hashanah dinner with our dear friends, Lisa and Dave and their three rugrats. Who include, Ben of the Ollie fame (uh oh on Ollie but we'll revisit that later, let's just say I was like a spaz crossing myself til I was blue in the face), Adam, Lisa and Dave's oldest who is happier now, but is twelve, so I'm sorry to say, he has been voted off the island more than once and of course Ethan, Chase's other half of a brain. So Lisa cooks a lovely dinner and the kids do the prayers over some honey and apples and a miniature challah bread. It was really little. Lisa said our grocery store was anti-sematic because they didn't have full sized breads. Benny (who's 7) while singing, "Scumbag lawyers with agendas...," overheard and wanted to go have a talk with them. We dodged that bullet, poured a little more wine and threw some tuna on the grill. Lisa eats nothing with a neck. What was the point here? Oh yes, Rosh Hashanah. So Merry New Year (said like Eddie Murphy from Trading Places). It is the Jewish New Year and we celebrate them all (except for Kwanza, somehow that didn't make the cut- no offense to Kwanza celebraters, we just have enough already). Usually we celebrate with Marc's aunt and uncle but this year with friends. I told Lisa, we were just some tequila and special cookies (wink wink) shy of a normal Jewish holiday. And you know, Kirsten, I don't bake. That's the ONLY reason they're special.
So Happy New Year.
Oh, and Ollie died. Don't call Peta. It was of natural causes (um hmmm) and Chase was very sad. Make a cross, even you my Atheist friend (you know who you are) say some sort of spiritual something or other for poor Ollie. His time was short here. He was a good bird. He was loved. There is a new bird living in his cage now. I don't know his name, I don't want to get to attached. Give him a little prayer too. Or a big one. Whatever you got, Buddha, Allah, God, Jesus, the Count from Sesame Street. The Count of Monte Cristo. We don't care. Beggars can't be choosers. Peace out tonight.