A few sips of ginger ale and probably less than 3 minutes later I was perfectly well and fine.
Only three days left until I get to see my grown-up three-year old niece, Kalina!
Oh yeah, and also Matthew, Naomi, Vivi, and Alan (though I'm not quite sure which days Alan is coming)
I got my desired way and we will of course NOT be spending Passover with family friends that my older siblings don't even know. I can't believe my mother was going to give up all our crazy Pesach traditions just because we were invited somewhere else. uh, NO THANKS. I can't believe VIVI was going to go along with it. I was upset at the idea of this and I'd be really upset if we went over there for a Passover seder, so we compromised and we'll be going over to their house next Friday during Pesach. Which I don't mind at all.
We never ended up making a Passover Haggadah supplemental to the best Haggadah ever, Maxwell House. We always talk about making a parody or over emphasizing our favorite parts (who knoweth fourteen? dip the gerbil in the salt water! I am, like, *valley girl laugh* a man of seventy years of age! mountains like rams, hills like lambs!)
Pesach will be good for the "low carb" thing. Heh.
