Happy Hanukkah/Chanukah!

I used to go home for the holidays, walk into my Mom's house and have friends and loved ones say things like, "Hi!" and "How was the drive?" Now I walk into the house and they say things like, "Did you bring any books?" Honestly, people. They're called bookstores. Look into them. Do you want my dog to have to go back to eating generic kibble?

Also, it used to be that I could ride my bike home through raging blizzards and nobody would bat an eye. This year, I got the "Ameleh" phone call from my mother before we'd even left the house. "Jenny! Be careful! The driveway is very icy!" And then two follow-up phone calls in the car. "It's snowing! Drive slowly! Be careful!" This is not, of course, because my mother's gotten a whole lot more concerned about me....it's because she now views me as nothing more than the conduit to her grandchild-to-be. Yes, at this point, I'm basically Tupperware for the next generation....and God help me if she finds out I'm driving too fast.

But other than that, it's great to be home, and extremely relaxing. I'm doing lots of walking in the snow, and lots of swimming, and even some writing. And being amused by my brother Joe Weiner, who told me this joke:

A guy walks into a psychiatrist's office, naked and covered in Saran wrap. The psychiatrist looks him up and down and says, "I can clearly see your nuts."

Jen