I shouldn’t have been such a good wife.
Or maybe I shouldn’t have been so lazy and should’ve just made the Shabbos day meal. I mean c’mon a pot of beans is not that difficult and I could have bought cold cuts.
But no I was sitting next to Rafi in the house of some stranger whom I was supposed to get to know and be nice to because she was being nice to me inviting us right after we moved into town.
Rafi was all chatty of course he was all chatty he’s Rafi everyone loves Rafi they love him so much they tolerate the me that comes along with him.
