The boys and I are in a dented van right now, driving up 81, looking for something yummy to eat (but not McDonalds. I swear this time NOT McDonalds!) or maybe something fun to do (see above).
Or we are yelling at the top of our lungs, contemplating an early-stop-for-the-night at a HOJO. Because we can.
Or we are peeing by the side of the road.
Truly, there’s nothing like a Jewish holidays. Can’t you just feel that magic tingle in the air?