I am a huge fan of Pandora Radio. I have my Billy Joel station for family card nights, Fiona Apple for when I feel eclectic, Joss Stone when I feel sassy, and Nina Simone when, well, when is it a wrong time for Nina?

My partner in life’s favorite is the Calm Meditation station. Now you might picture a willowy soul, in touch with with his inner Om, who runs around with his hands in prayer pose. In reality, he is a huge bear of a man who could probably dead lift a semi if need be. (Ok, maybe not a semi, but a guy did ask him tonight if he needed someone to bring in the Volkswagen from the parking lot so he could add it to the dead lift bar.)

Now what does any of this have to do with French Fries, you might ask? Well, since Mr. Go-Beast-or-Go-Home has a difficult time unwinding, we listen to the Meditation station as we drift off to sleep. Now I don’t know who picks the music for the station, but flutes and ocean waves are wonderfully relaxing…. Until that damned seagull starts screeching in the middle of things! The artist has obviously never walked on an ocean side boardwalk with a cup full of fries. There is nothing relaxing about getting dive bombed by a feathered kamikaze hell bent on taking your fries or pooping on your head… Or both!

I bid you sweet dreams, and for those of you celebrating tonight, chag Pesach sameach!

~Dee