Our friends Keith and Julie just returned from a trip to the Holy Land. They wanted to bring something special home for my husband from Israel. He has been there before and loved it. He would like to return, but it has not been something that we have been able to do. Well, they brought him home his very own piece of Israel.
Someone please shoot me!
Our house borders on bedlam at any moment of the day. Anytime you get seven kids cooped up, and they do anything other than playing the quiet game it is LOUD. One kid playing the piano, one kid on the violin, a couple boys running remote control cars through the house, someone shooting someone else with a nerf gun, and on and on it goes…
Even dinner time seems loud. “I can’t find my fork!” and “Oops, what happened to my milk?” usually punctuate the din of normal dinner conversation. It is LOUD.
Keith and Julie do not have children, and they enjoy their new, quiet, country home with their two cats. Cats are not loud. They live at the end of a dead end street. It is NOT loud. They NEED a shofar! Maybe a drum set too….and a clarinet… and bagpipes….and a kid learning to play them all…and a yappy dog…
My house does not NEED a shofar. BUT, we have one.
My husband was tickled pink with his new toy. What guy wouldn’t like to use a smelly old animal horn to make obnoxious noises with? He “practiced” loudly while we tried to chat. He does turn a funny shade of crimson while trying to pump the needed air through the former head décor of that unfortunate animal that sacrificed himself for my husband’s amusement. So the color change provided amusement for me.
This morning, he used it as an alarm clock. We now have a ten-year-old who is not a shofar fan now either.
We took it outside for a picture. You know… a SILENT picture. But, he instead he was tooting his own horn while outside. I am waiting for our house to get egged.
Keith and Julie, my dear friends, I do love you, but I will get you back. I am thinking… pet skunk