So, according to Facebook, this is how I spent my Shabbat with the kids:
My children and I woke up with the sun, smiling and ready to kick ass and “make it a great day.”
My hair was shiny. My smile, too.
I wore my hooker boots.
We drank our morning drinks in latte cups – frothy foam mustaches lacing our lips.
We played Sheshbesh, our skin mottled by drops of shade in the morning light.
We went for a walk in the orchards on the kibbutz, and we danced between emerald leaves like fairies.
We rocked out to Red Hot Chili Peppers.
‘Cuz that’s how we roll: Just another day being totally awesome.
And while all of this is basically true, I’m also full of shit.