I Don’t Mean to Be a K’vetsh*

It’s the end of January and I still find myself re-gifting stuff from Christmas. Yes, we still have packages showing up on our doorstep. What can I say? Either we’re really loved people or some of our friends totally forgot to send out our gifts until after the ho-ho-holidays had passed.

Now I hate to say what I’m about to because it makes me sound pretty ungrateful but either way some folks should really quit while they are ahead. Please take my advice on this: If you don’t know what to get us ask someone we know, they’ll help you.

Today’s candidate for the mighty re-gift is brought to you by “The Department of Useless Shit” in cooperation with the fine people at “You Obviously Don’t Know Me Very Well, Inc.”

What.
The.
Fuck.

When The Hotness and I opened this up today there was a moment of total silence where I swear the hamsters in our heads were spinning like mad to think of why someone would purchase this for us. Neither one of us speaks Yiddish, and we don’t recall writing any poetry or having a desire to start…especially Yiddish Poetry. (Which coincidently, we didn’t know Yiddish Poetry even existed till today.)

To tell you the truth the only Yiddish to ever come out of the mouths in this house is an extremely occasional “Oy Vey!” and it’s said about as un-Yiddishly and un-poetically as possibly. We finally decided it was because The Hotness is a Jew…

Yiddish Poetry *giggle*

Anyway, if you haven’t already blocked it out of your memory:

What kind of weird re-gift-worthy shit did y’all get for Christmas this year?
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*K’vetsh=Complainer (I actually had to use a Yiddish dictionary for that shit and no I don’t know how to pronounce it)