All month long the Purim cucumber has adorned our front door. The presence of these green harbingers of the festival is so ubiquitous that I'm beginning to think they are mandatory - like blood on the doorpost on Pesach... Tonight the Haman men are getting "hung" as well. Granted, it's a day early... but hey, it's Sunday :)
Decorative masks have been hung from the corners of many of the dining room frames.
We even got some Purim gel clings!
I'm such a sucker for this kind of stuff.
The digital frame is programmed to display only Purim pics from years gone by and randomly rotate through ten Purim songs as well...
Joey's been muttering to himself about the grammen... everybody at the seudah traditionally gets a verse - a daunting task for him this year to be sure, considering that he's NEVER MET some of the people coming (and he's really getting annoyed at my repeated warnings to 'be nice')!
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