You all know my mom lost her job. It's only now that we're realizing one of the negative side effects.
Every year, one of the companies she dealt with would send her a package of kosher for Passover candy. She would send that on to us.
This year, no job means no K for P chocolate.
Pardon me while I pout like a 3-year-old.
Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh mannnnnnnnnnnnnnn!
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