Khanuka Party, or, Tan Ate Too Much

My family has a huge Khanuka party every year. When I was young and a girl scout, it was the reason in consistently sold the most cookies of my entire troop. I had a love-hate relationship with it, though, due to the sheer poundage of potatoes I had to peel. Think forty pounds.

We make the peeled, washed, shredded, and mixed-with-chopped-onion potatoes into latkes by dint of deep-frying. The house smells like deep-fried onion. Mmmmm.

The latkes were, as usual, gobbled down by a grateful family while I had my usual two and ate lots of food.

Then we had the White Elephant.

My cousin-who-is-my-dentist's wife has gone crazy, and decided to divorce him. Three kids, fifteen years, and she suddenly decides to take all the money and leave. Abi, who was a good cousin before her mother got her claws in, has naturally taken her mother's side, but the boys Joey and Ari are firmly in the Family camp and are staying with us. Ari especially is cute beyond words. They got NERF guns and the whole Family telling him who to use them on.

Now I have a headache, the geriatric part of the Family has decided to approve of Wiis, and I need to get laid.