|A couple examples of why I really like my in-laws
||[May. 2nd, 2016|10:33 am]
My mother-in-law did a bunch of alterations to both Lis's and my clothes. She put a note on one of her pair of pants about what we need to do with it:|
PLEASE TAKE THIS PAIR OF PANTS TO A DRYCLEANER OR TAILOR REQUESTING THEY RE-PRESS IN THE CENTER FRONT AND CENTER BACK. IF THEY ASK WHY, A CROTCH ALTERATION WAS DONE. IF THEY DO NOT UNDERSTAND THIS REASONING, GO SOMEWHERE ELSE.
I don't know exactly why, but that just cracks me up every time I read it.
And then, for the seder, my father-in-law put together his own haggadah. He included in it a shaggy dog story about the splitting of the Red Sea and gefilte fish.
After we read it, he to us it was "a midrash from Tractate Bubbe Meisa."
(That's hilarious if you've got the background, by the way. I can explain it, but it won't be funny any more. Basically, the Talmud is made up of six tractates. One of them is Tractate Bava Mei'za, Aramaic for "Middle Gate". Which sounds a lot like "Bubbe Meisa," which is Yiddish for "Grandmother story" -- a Yiddish term for fairy tales, jokes, and old-wives tales.) I'd never heard the joke before, and, as far as I know, he made it up.
So, yeah. My in-laws have silly senses of humor.