It’s a tradish around here for me to get my post titles from something I saw the day before.
Another tradish here at The Year(s) of Living Non-Judgmentally is to link the rest of my photos, somehow, to the day’s topic.
There’s Danise from cardiac rehab, with her tradish stethoscope.
That’s a holiday tradish I saw posted on the wall at Whole Foods Market.
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It’s a tradish around here for me to get a medical bill for an outrageous amount of money. As is my tradish, I called the medical facility and my health insurance company to straighten this out.
Here are some new holiday tradishes: the Christmas Bunny …
…. and the Christmas pig.
It’s hard for me not to be a Christmas pig when my boyfriend Michael does his tradish of making me a delish fish dish for dinner.
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Here another portion of my friend Janet’s tradish Christmas greeting:
Speaking of cups of tea, here’s my tradish of including sayings from tea bags:
Because I slept un-tradish-ionally late today, I have to conclude this post, right now, with gratitude to all who helped me with today’s tradishes and to you — of course! — no matter what tradish you wish to dish about here.
