Overheard on. . . *

 . . . not our usual Riverside Drive, but the spare bedroom/office in my parents' apartment in Cleveland. Our heroines, having helped to prepare & serve a lovely first Seder for 12 lovely family members, are now sprawled upon the futon, laptops in, er, lap.  The ever helpful EK is trying to assist poor DS to click on her Facebook pages properly.

DS:  Why don't you just let me do things the way I want to?

EK: I don't believe in that.

DS: Do it anyway.

EK: But you're making me go against my beliefs!

DS: Just go away.