February 22nd, 2009


she thinks she's the passionate one

Woke late and farted the afternoon away before heading off to a division meeting in Springfield for the Night Job, after which I headed up to Chantilly, ate ribs at Willard's, and then hung out with RS for a few minutes until P got home. I hauled her over to Moby's where she inhaled kabob, naan, and half the baklava, and then headed home. Odd to be so sleepy when I was racked out until 1130. Anyway, off to bed, but first:
"Quick synopsis of every Jewish holiday: They tried to kill us; we won; let's eat."

From the comments at Israeli Matzav. (The Man Who Would Be Israel's First Gentile Prime Minister)