on monday we went to the 12th floor again,
as we do every week, for a blood test.
this time, and all through the day and night before,
leanne was having trouble breathing.
it would’ve been a gimme to chalk up the breathlessness
to the hooters girl who served us the night before, but
we opted for a slightly more medical [...]
dip the matzo in water before soaking it in egg.
drink wine that’s sweeter than slurpees
like my grandfather, eat bacon in the basement
because god can’t see you there.
and on sundays, the jews go for chinese.
it’s what we’ve always done.
consciously, i’m sure, back when my parents were young
and growing up in brooklyn.
but now it just comes naturally.
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so [...]
in england, allegedly, that’s what they call five pounds
in cockney rhyming slang.
deep sea.
short for deep sea diver.
fiver.
get it?
don’t believe the folks who say that brits are idiots
and can’t express themselves.
they can, and in spades.
so, now that you got it,
i should let you know that leanne got it too.
the deep sea, that is.
the deep sea diver.
the [...]
