I suspect this is what might happen if we stay in New Orleans through a future hurricane:
I'm just feeling a tad silly because choir practice started up again at my synagogue last night, and we gave the new cantor a real taste of what the characters in the choir are really like. Anybody who can endure raunchy psychologist jokes and tasteless camel jokes and still sing through the rehearsal is all right by us. Beside which, with Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur coming down the pike, we can all atone for laughing at said raunchy jokes. And I can atone for getting off on the wrong side of the bed, finding a shark costume there, and wearing it in public. Hee!