On Friday nights I act like Super Jew. I call Iris and Joe before they call us and wish them "Good Shabbos". I send "Shabot Shalom" to my Jewish friends. And my favorite part is lighting the Jewish candles at dusk.
But come Saturday morning I wake up forgetting about my Jewish ties.
Bacon is frying on the stove as I put away the Friday night candles. All the dogs high five each other because they all know that they, too, will enjoy some of the Jewish forbidden fruit.
Poor Jews ~~ they're really missing out. Bacon is truly one of the joys of life.
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