You know you live in Israel when your in-laws offer to take 2 of your 3 children for a sleepover, you return home with your husband and sleeping 3rd child, you strip off your clothes, get into bed and your first thought is not “How much hot sex with my husband can I have right now?” but “Oh shit, <said in-laws> have two gas masks (if any at all) and room for approximately 2 1/2 adults in their walk-in closet miklat.
Conversation with husband follows:
“There are 10 people sleeping in the house tonight. Who do you think they’ll give the gas masks to?”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“No seriously. Do our kids get preference because they’re Israeli … you know… the other ones are just visiting. They knew the risks of vacationing here without gas masks when they bought the tickets.”
“Seriously, don’t worry about.”
“No I’m serious. There is no room in that closet for all of them. Plus, there’s no door.”
“Nothing will happen.”
“You always say that.”
“Shit? Really? I guess they’ll be okay until morning.”
And what happened after that is left to your imagination…
4 thoughts on “Sex and gas masks and the absurdity of it all”
As if you’ve read my mind. Was thinking the same thing and was up till all hours, worried what if?
Sometimes u just have to go with the flow…very cute.
The delicate perfume of methane, from the pig shit on the fields, often makes me think how useful it would be to have gas masks here in the French countryside:)