Went to Kabblat Shabbat with BSM (Baby Spiderman) again. I could get used to this.
Some of the Husbinator's favorite cousins came for lunch, and I really enjoyed meeting them.
Bleh bleh bleh. You know, stuff! (No, nothing's wrong, I just don't have anything to say.)
For some reason, I feel compelled to make a Journal Entry Every Day, and Those Who Read get to Reap the Rewards (which include Extra Capital Letters at No Extra Cost).
Ummmmmmm...
OK, I do really want to say one thing:
Husbinator's Aunt, hereinafter known as Auntie Em (married to Uncle En, because why not?), has a towel on the side of her fridge. I assumed that she had a magnetic hood upon which hung the aforementioned towel. But lo! When I picked up the towel to dry my hands, I didn't see how to put it back on the fridge. Until... Until that is... That I saw that there was a magnet sewn into the towel! It's a magnetic towel! How brilliant is that? I shall not tell you the number of ways in which that is brilliant: you can figure that out on your own time.
In other exciting news, our bank just texted us that our debit cards are ready at Branch 717. I looked it up on the interweb, and branch 717 is indeed the branch where we went to open the account, at the city closest to the kibbutz. So we'll pick those up right before we return the car. Huzzah!
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