Oh my. Floyd is hysterical. He has auditioned for, and received, the role of Tzeitel in the Peterborough Player's production of
Fiddler on the Roof. He has spent all week getting into character. Speaking in Yiddish, only answering to the character's name. And rather disappointing is the fact that we've been eating kishkes for supper every night.
This is what I've had to deal with:
You try telling that face that you don't know
how to make challah. Or that you've never even
heard of gefilte fish. And don't get me started with Saturday! What kind of people go to church on a Saturday?
What's that Floyd? OH SHUT UP!
Fine. Sorry, what kind of people go to
Temple on a Saturday?
OY VEY!
2 comments:
My hell.
I think this is one of the funniest things I've seen in awhile.
Did you know I had a rescued pigeon that flew into my window named Havalah? (Little Bird).
Our connections grow weirder and weirder.
Hee.
This is getting eerie. Your middle name isn't Richard, is it?
It was almost impossible to get him to sit for that. He hates the camera. I have to shame him into it.
I swear, I'm going to post a picture of Otis. It's insane. Same color and facial markings. She's currently on vacation at my sister's, what with Floyd renting out the spare room for now. Long story.
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