Without a few mugs of it this morning I wouldn't be functioning at all!
I perked some up in my rather off-center aluminum percolator, added sugar and milk. And then my eyes opened and my mind started to function.
"This year we haven't a clue."I guess it sort of sounded like a euphemism for:
"We're hoping that we'll be invited by someone."And in the end a "someone" actually did invite us. Actually a few "someones" by the time Passover had rolled around. It was my husband who landed the winning invitation, and I kept telling people that I didn't know the people. But it ended up that our host and I had been acquainted almost half a century ago. That's even before my husband had met him, and even before I had met my husband. We had a wonderful time there and hope that we were good guests, well-behaved.
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