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Of all the things that could be running through your head when you’re waiting in line for kaparos on a busy Erev Yom Kippur, I feel like the main thought is, “Should I just raise my own chickens?” I mean how hard can be if Schmutter’s doing it?
There are basically two kinds of questions on a driving permit test. There’s “Yeah, that one’s obvious,” and there’s, “How am I supposed to remember that?”
Rosh Hashana is once again upon us. If only there were some warning. And even though we mostly think about the seriousness of the day, we cannot forget that it’s also a Yom Tov. After all, we’re all familiar with the famous Ma’amar Chazal, which says: “Dip the apple in the honey; Make a bracha loud and clear. L’shana tovah umesukah, Have a happy, sweet new year.” (Ibid 1a)
Ever since our kids came home with chickens, everyone we tell wants to know if they’re boys or girls. Like it really matters. I’ll tell you like this: I’ve had numerous animals in my house over the years – kittens, snakes, parakeets, a hamster, various fish… I don’t think I’ve ever known if any of them were boys or girls. I kind of let them have their privacy.
With the price of gas being what it is these days, I sometimes think it might be a good idea to get a motorcycle. You know -- for short trips and commutes where it’s just me going somewhere without the whole family. My wife can use it too, but not in a sheitel I guess. Like not to weddings. I would pay less for gas, and it has to be cheaper to buy than a hybrid, right? Because it holds fewer people! And you’re not paying for unnecessary things like a roof or windows.
Now that summer is over, arbitrarily, it’s time to send your kids back to school! Or whatever, for all the good it’s doing. Kids are definitely getting less and less intelligent with each passing year.
