Friends are like potatoes. When you eat them, they die.

Admittedly, I have not blogged my blog for a long while. This is because 

1.   I have been busy writing school assemblies on urban dead animal sightings
2.   Exciting things have been happening in my life. Such as visiting Dumbledore’s office
3.   I lost my retainer
4.   My computer was stolen by Mormons. Caj
5.   (As if)

But do not fret my little fairies!

Exam time is finally here. Best time of the year  (!!)

Exam time => Revision 

Revision => Rachel has a lot of spare time to write blogs, draw inappropriate pictures in her English books, and jump in murky ponds

Something pretty intense happened on Sunday. 

Last Sunday morning:

(In the kitchen:)

(Everyone is wearing pajamas  - just in case you wanted to visually picture the scene)

Deb:   “Michael, why do I hear Christian services playing on the radio every Sunday?!”

Mikey B:  “Debby!  I like to keep up with what’s going on. I hate missing out on things.”

Deb: “Missing out on WHAT? CHURCH GOSSIP?”

If you personally know me, and are currently thinking along the lines of ‘wtf’ or ‘I don’t give a shit about her dad’s religious views so I will stop reading this blog now even though it might change my life if I carry on reading’ , then

YES.

My Dad is a Jewish historian. Yet he wishes he was at Church every Sunday. As soon as my mum leaves the house, he takes out his hidden bacon and salami stash. 

And get this...

get ready....

                                     his kippah doesn’t even fit his head!

He has to use a CLIP to keep it falling off his head when he walks. Not just any old hair grip. One of those metal ones that girl with frizzy hair use that clicks and bends obnoxiously loudly. If you're gonna be a Jewish historian, at least get an appropriate kippah man!


Na. He's great.

Religiously paradoxical I like to call him. 

Luckily, these genetic traits have been passed down (by blood obviously) to me. I love Church hymns. And I’m pretty sure Jesus existed and was overly sexy.