So, for the beginning of the current Jewish holidays, My wife and I went to her parents' house for dinner Friday night.

Her mom made Matzoh ball soup. (Yes, we're allowed to eat it outside of Passover.) As I walked into the dining room, her mom was dishing out the soup. She asked, "Rob would you like one ball or two?" (Poor naive woman) Without skipping a beat, I said, "I'd prefer two, but I know that'll never happen." I don't think she got it, but my wife almost killed me.

For a brief moment Friday night, I once again had two balls. Then I mushed them up and ate them!

Courtesy of Rob Shultz