Some of my family came yesterday to celebrate Passover.
It was the first time we’d been together in over a year.
Since we’d all had our vacs we could kiss like crazy.
I served Matzo, gefilte fish and Indian food. You know, a regular Seder display.
The kids did the usual. They went around my house pointing out the things of mine they want when I die.
I told them that they were wasting their time because my nephew Jimmy had been writing his name on my furniture since the late eighties.
He added that since he is the executor of my estate the place would be a ghost town before any of them even knew I was sick.
It was so wonderful.
Everybody was there to party.
My niece Stephanie even wore a wine holder so her arms would be free to measure my couch for her den.
Debby had a fine time.
She only bit 2 people. Or was it one person twice. Yeah that’s it.
That’ll teach my nephew Scott not to stay away so long that she forgets him.
That’ll also teach him not to say that my old dog Ray “wasn’t all there”.
But here’s something to remind you how sweet my little girl can be.
This is her with my doorman’s son.