It’s back! A Naomi accident in our bed led to an emergency sheets-changing and the discovery of this long-lost comfy old friend:
Yes, if I wear it out, everybody asks me if I went to Harvard (no).
And there isn’t even an interesting story behind it (it was “payment” for work I did years ago – in lieu of anything so petty as money passing between business partners). Nor, knowing nothing about the two schools at the time, was there any reason I chose the Harvard shirt over the Yale one. I like burgundy; it matches everything… isn’t that reason enough?
Freudian slip: I was sending Elisheva off to bed and she mentioned something that made me think of an old friend and said, “you know, I slept with somebody once who…”
I swear! I only said it because I was trying to get her to go to sleep! But what a thing for a nice, frum girl to hear from her mother. I hope I think I hope I think she didn’t hear me.
Luckily for me, teenagers are self-centred critters and don’t really listen to their mothers anyhow.