I'm not really afraid of that many things. But work that never ends? What the hell does that mean. Don't take a break, don't complain, no fun at all?

I don't think so. After I saw that I went straight to my favorite place... (I had the night off) and had a really nice glass of wine! What the hell. Rabbi Natan, I'm all for nose to the grind stone and no whining, but come on now.

I came back and Julie had concocted a new reminder for mom, who, oh, every minute or so will say: "Now what was your name again?"

Julie just clipped it right into those curly locks. And mom still asked, oh, every minute or so. But we got a wicked good laugh out of it.