Thursday, February 18, 2010

Ash Wednesday

Yesterday, only one person looked at the ashes on my forehead and said, "Oh, I always thought you were Jewish!"

Last year, it was three.

For some reason, people always think I am Jewish. Maybe it's all this curly dark hair.

Maybe it's the crucifix usually hanging-around my neck. That usually screams "nice Jewish girl" doesn't it?

Maybe I'll join JDate now.

Diana Rissetto