Deep Thoughts: The My Name Isn't Seymour Edition
- I may have made a ridiculous 6-layered rainbow cake for Parshat Noach this weekend, which mostly proves if someone gives me a crazy baking idea, I will go with it. This also means I now have 16 oz. containers of red, blue, and yellow food coloring. I am pretty sure this is enough food coloring to last a lifetime.
- Eruvs are really nice to have. The L.A. eruv was down this week and I may have had to tape the front door of my apartment building open, hide my apartment key, and nix the highest of my high heels all so I could, you know, leave my apartment on Shabbos. I'll chalk it up to practice for next year when I will be without an eruv, but really what this means is I just have to get better at walking in high heels.
- Is it weird that I got junk mail addressed to "Eli7 Seymour [my last name]"? Seymour does not even remotely resemble my actual middle name, which is good because I'm a girl. It came with a good coupon, though, so I'm not complaining.
- Now that I've stopped essentially hairspraying my makeup onto my face for three days at a time so I could look semi-decent all through the Jewish holiday season, my skin seems to be liking me better. Go figure. All I can say is this: It is quite obvious to me that the rabbis who thought up three-day yom tov were not makeup wearers.
- I did yoga last week. And I might have even liked it. Which is weird because I am so not the yoga type. But a massage therapist did tell me recently that my back was so tight she couldn't do anything with it and yoga might help, which seems to be as good a reason as any for doing yoga, I think.