Sunday Mornings

Sunday mornings are my favorite.  They always have been.  Now, my honey and I have our own Sunday morning ritual and it's wonderful--but nothing compares to those Sunday mornings when I was a little girl...

Every Sunday morning--EVERY--Daddy would drive downtown to the kosher deli--Gross's, and then to the kosher bakery--Karsh's.  As you can imagine, Beth and I always wanted to go anywhere with Daddy.  Plus, and this was the best part, Daddy would always buy each of us a Joyva Joys raspberry candy bar.  Yummy.  That is one tradition I passed along to my boys.

If you don't know what a Joyva candy bar is you are totally missing out.  They are a raspberry jelly bar coated in dark chocolate.

Yummy! I could eat one right now. And when I do, I'll think about Daddy. I always do. I'll probably call Dave to brag, too!

You know how some families are sweet, loving, and...sappy?

Well, we are not a sappy family. No mush. My parents raised us on sarcasm and humor. We were always laughing in our house. And cracking jokes. And burning each other--haha, burn!

One time when were in family counseling--all five of us were in attendance--the therapist commented that we were like the Marx brothers. His head was spinning. Poor thing just couldn't keep up with us.

And whatever you do, don't buy me a sweet card for any birthday, holiday, or just because. Blech! Sarcastic and funny cards for me.

So imagine my surprise when my sister Beth turned into a mushy, sappy woman. You should just see her with her husband of one week, Bruce. Yes, it's their one week anniversary and they are going out to dinner and a movie to celebrate. So, I have to admit, I did call and wish her a happy one week anniversary. Two reasons, one, it was funny, and two, knowing how sappy she has become, I knew it would make her happy. ~