you're as cool as a cucumber in a bowl of hot sauce

Purim. It's basically the Jewish Halloween. Well, sorta.
I mean, you get to dress up all cool and eat tons of hamentashen (yummiest things ever. i swear.). For our synagogue, we have a Purim carnival. WOOPIEE.

Anywho, I should tell you the story of Purim.

So once there was a King who removes his wife, Vashi, as queen when she won't dance nude for him and his drunk friends (we learned this in grade school. corrupted my mind). He decided to search for the prettiest girl in the land and make her his new queen.

In this city/town/place, there lived a young girl named Esther. Esther was a Jewish girl who lived with her Uncle Mordechai (oy, oy, Uncle Mordechai..). She was uber pretty, and the King chose her as his queen.

At the same time, King-dude appointed Haman (BOOOOOO. YOU SUCK. SUCK LEMONS, YO.) as his advisor. Now, Haman (BOOOOOOO! I HATE YOUR GUTS.) was a Jew-hater, and plotted to rid the town of all the Jews. Little did he know that Esther was a Jew herself.

He kept dropping blatant hints to King-man about his plot, but King-man was all blah about it. Finally (i'm forgetting key details, bare with me here), Mordechai found out about his plot and told Esther, who told the King to stop him.

So he did. And so we are thankful for Mordechai and Esther.

ANYWHO. At the Purim Carnival today, I worked blitz football. Basically, you had to get the marble to roll to the "goal post" at the end of the table. It couldn't roll in the other holes.

It was fun, I guess. I won a Superman sippy cup. Imthothpeshulll(: