Mr. Pickle [by Jennifer Michael Hecht]

 We weren't doing shots, I swear, I was using the tall shot glasses to support Mr. Pickle's legs.  Yesterday was his Birthday, in my mind, so his birthday is March 2, but we actually brought him into being today so today is his birthday too.  Here are some more pictures of Mr. Pickle.

He's chillaxing.  So, uh, I should let you know, I've reached satori, about six days ago.  So I've got that going for me.

We went to Purim.

It's the season to have some fun. 

Maybe that's why I'm still feeling stealth-posty.  

You know what that means, really?  It means I wrote you this long post today but now I'm holding it back, apparently.  Though it seems perfectly likely I'll later post it if nod daday damora.  Well, we'll see what happens.

In any case, excellent job staying alive since last post.  Perhaps we can do even better next week?  I'm talking to you, children of celebrities.  Stay with me.   Live long and prosper isn't a wish, it's advice.   For Purim, try to have some fun.  I loved David Lehman on the Jewish British radio!  Loved the whole show.  Hilarious that after the messiah comes we're supposed to stop doing all the rules and holidays of Judaism, except Purim, because you get to have so much fun and get so drunk you don't know it's Purim.   So nu?  So sue me.

Big love,

Jennifer