<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651943646304810692.post3994051347576568457..comments</id><updated>2009-08-11T14:31:35.205-04:00</updated><category term='3 Backyards'/><category term='Matt'/><category term='motherhood'/><category term='Sundance'/><category term='Eric Mendelsohn'/><category term='Half-Baked'/><category term='politics'/><category term='Alexa Stevenson'/><category term='American Idol'/><category term='life'/><category term='cuteness'/><title type='text'>Comments on Clever Title TK: Storytime</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jenmen.com/feeds/3994051347576568457/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651943646304810692/3994051347576568457/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jenmen.com/2009/08/storytime.html'/><author><name>Jennifer Mendelsohn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12584322239320425381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7jqkP8UxaY/TMDQrLrlbqI/AAAAAAAAASA/OukN6qOv0I8/S220/052_CapeMay09.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651943646304810692.post-6247623546671115056</id><published>2009-08-11T14:31:35.205-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T14:31:35.205-04:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;quot;Avi, if you don&amp;#39;t hurry up, the sun will...</title><content type='html'>&amp;quot;Avi, if you don&amp;#39;t hurry up, the sun will start setting. Go get your gefilte fish already. If we&amp;#39;re late for shabbos, I&amp;#39;ll kill you. You know we can&amp;#39;t be out after sundown.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Okay, okay. I&amp;#39;m going,&amp;quot; Avi said. &amp;quot;Stop telling me what to do. what&amp;#39;s gonna happen if we&amp;#39;re two minutes late? You gonna turn into a  pumpkin?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miriam waited outside the Shopper&amp;#39;s, quietly seething about her husband&amp;#39;s chronic lateness. She knew the match was a bad one from the start, but the Rabbi saw it differently. Who am I to quibble with the Rebbe, she thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the windows of the supermarket, Miriam could see her schleppy husband wandering the aisles looking for his beloved gefilte fish. The sun was nearing the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Avi! Let&amp;#39;s go!!&amp;quot; she yelled, rapping with her ring on the glass. He didn&amp;#39;t notice. He was looking at a box of matzoh, left over from Pesach. I&amp;#39;m gonna kill him, Miriam thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like that, she was alone. there wasn&amp;#39;t a sole left in the shopping center. The good jews were all inside their homes, lighting candles, saying prayers. And with that, Miriam was gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, Avi mad his way out of the store. Where was Miriam? He looked on the street and saw a shoe--Miriam&amp;#39;s shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Sonnofabitch,&amp;quot; he grumbled to himself. I started out with a Jewish American Princess and now I&amp;#39;m married to fucking Cinderella.&amp;quot;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651943646304810692/3994051347576568457/comments/default/6247623546671115056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651943646304810692/3994051347576568457/comments/default/6247623546671115056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jenmen.com/2009/08/storytime.html?showComment=1250015495205#c6247623546671115056' title=''/><author><name>Matt Mendelsohn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.jenmen.com/2009/08/storytime.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651943646304810692.post-3994051347576568457' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651943646304810692/posts/default/3994051347576568457' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1045382592'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651943646304810692.post-1813010500264200890</id><published>2009-08-11T14:02:55.337-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T14:02:55.337-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The shoe belongs to Cinderella, of course. She los...</title><content type='html'>The shoe belongs to Cinderella, of course. She lost it running away from real life and back to the fantasy world of glass slippers, ball gowns, and being a princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you blame her?</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651943646304810692/3994051347576568457/comments/default/1813010500264200890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651943646304810692/3994051347576568457/comments/default/1813010500264200890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jenmen.com/2009/08/storytime.html?showComment=1250013775337#c1813010500264200890' title=''/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347995823903814719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.jenmen.com/2009/08/storytime.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651943646304810692.post-3994051347576568457' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651943646304810692/posts/default/3994051347576568457' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-113108871'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651943646304810692.post-978142119624188857</id><published>2009-08-10T23:10:35.223-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T23:10:35.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm, I think the owner changed out of her pumps a...</title><content type='html'>Hmmm, I think the owner changed out of her pumps after work and into her white tennis shoes (which looked awful with her outfit, btw). She stopped at the store on the way home to pick up something quick for dinner. She didn&amp;#39;t notice one of her shoes slip out of the car as she loaded her groceries into it. A few minutes later, an elderly gentleman saw the shoe sitting in the parking lot. Missing his recently departed wife, he lovingly picked up the shoe and set it on the ledge, hoping the owner would return for it.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651943646304810692/3994051347576568457/comments/default/978142119624188857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651943646304810692/3994051347576568457/comments/default/978142119624188857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jenmen.com/2009/08/storytime.html?showComment=1249960235223#c978142119624188857' title=''/><author><name>Marketing Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092466674384204546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oy8IfMeWMtM/Sf8cMe7t-0I/AAAAAAAACF0/_1-kJIwyUfk/S220/headshot+drop+shadow1.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.jenmen.com/2009/08/storytime.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651943646304810692.post-3994051347576568457' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651943646304810692/posts/default/3994051347576568457' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-434458064'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651943646304810692.post-4565108047061934353</id><published>2009-08-10T16:38:08.432-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T16:38:08.432-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Roger, the night manager, never did find out that ...</title><content type='html'>Roger, the night manager, never did find out that enchanting new cashier&amp;#39;s name. As midnight tolled across the nearly empty store, he watched her flee from her post at checkout lane 6. She never looked back. She didn&amp;#39;t even clock out.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651943646304810692/3994051347576568457/comments/default/4565108047061934353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651943646304810692/3994051347576568457/comments/default/4565108047061934353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jenmen.com/2009/08/storytime.html?showComment=1249936688432#c4565108047061934353' title=''/><author><name>dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064019320349845218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.jenmen.com/2009/08/storytime.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651943646304810692.post-3994051347576568457' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651943646304810692/posts/default/3994051347576568457' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-793105553'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651943646304810692.post-7120940888470989626</id><published>2009-08-10T15:55:09.214-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T15:55:09.214-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey there&amp;#39;s my shoe!</title><content type='html'>Hey there&amp;#39;s my shoe!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651943646304810692/3994051347576568457/comments/default/7120940888470989626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651943646304810692/3994051347576568457/comments/default/7120940888470989626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jenmen.com/2009/08/storytime.html?showComment=1249934109214#c7120940888470989626' title=''/><author><name>ShallowGal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315514695390459591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEEjpb7dPOs/SX0hauxw2XI/AAAAAAAAAnw/4M4tVSRxHO8/S220/SG+snapshot.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.jenmen.com/2009/08/storytime.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651943646304810692.post-3994051347576568457' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651943646304810692/posts/default/3994051347576568457' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1432641051'/></entry></feed>
