Timing

Timing is everything. I try to be punctual. I say witty things as soon as I hear someone else say something unwitty ( unless I'm working on self control). Poor timing is the pits.

With all that in mind, I didn't attend the memorial service for the terror victims of Mumbai, Hy'd, last Wednesday because I was 45 minutes late in leaving my house. Today, I decided to be on time and I was at the memorial service @ 9:05. The place was Packed. A rabbi was in the middle of a speech already. I was surprised @ such general punctuality but glad that I made it. Then, 10 minutes later, there was a break for Ma'ariv.

The service was called for 8...But the lesson of fighting bad with good, darkness with light, and loving every Jew still holds true.

I found it!

Here's a bit of anticlimatic news- On
(this is the part where my baby started crying @ his usual volume in the middle of the night. So, this entry was quickly saved as a 'draft'...)
Anywho, on Jan 1st-Eh'a birthday, I went to get some things out of my trunk. Eh needed a new pair of shoes so I thought I may as well disquise them as a gift. While taking out the new shoes, I decided to take two other bags with mystery objects out of the trunk as well.
One bag contained my ( this is where I had to pause again, and subwife guessed the contents of one of the mystery bags).
Anywho, one bag contained my lost and much missed black wool layering cardigan and the other bag contained two new bibs, a whole bunch of receipts, and the missing gymboree coupon...
I with ( just a little) that I can sell it together with my story on ebay ( ala 'because I said so') but alas I don't think it'll sell...