re: #322 Nevergiveup

I must admit I always hide in another room but I do come out for the lox and whitefish.

At a bris, the women talk and eat and laugh, and the men drink and keep their hands over their crotches.

My father has already suggested that should he be blessed with a grandson, he and my husband will go out for a walk, and come back when the ‘icky part’ is over.