This month I turn 30. To mark such a remarkable event, I’m spending every day of October drenched in awesome-sauce.
Once again, the bloggers brunched. There was a lot of food. I provided juice, as I am a Jew. There was much bacon to be had. I’d say “don’t tell my rabbi,” but I don’t have a rabbi.
Has anyone else ever noticed that when you want to type “rabbi” you often type “rabbit?”
This is a hinderance in my professional life, as I work with a rabbi. Hi Noam.