Monday, March 13, 2006

Tashen Reflux

The absence of any comments to my last post hardly dissuades me from hurling more words from atop Mt. Chucklehut.  These ones, however, are sort of pre-hurled - it’s a reminder that tonight is Erev Purim, and you all have a solemn obligation to give charity, to eat sweets, to rejoice, and to drink yourselves into a stupor unless medical conditions prohibit.  And of course, you should read the Book of Esther.  However, if the bible doesn’t seem turgid enough for you, I’ve re-written Esther in my own Chucklehuttlian way, and most of you probably have already read my version, but I’m linking to it anyway just in case. 

Now go out and party like you don’t know the difference between Mordechai and Haman! 

I really don’t need a holiday or festival to drink myself into a stupor. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t want to do it!

Happy Purim my dear...I think fondly on those wonderful Purim cookies you sent me once...sigh.  I do love Canters but your cookies were SO much better!

Only a week late here, but I’ll chime in and say that I miss your Purim fun and games. I did, however, attend a “Purim Spiel” which recounted the holiday’s story via a reworked version of a Broadway favorite, titled “The King and Chai”.

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