Open Mouth Insert ..

My boyfriend's grandmother, Josephine Lieb, died last Friday. She was well into her 90s and unfortunately unable to enjoy much anymore so it was very sad but not all bad. They are Jewish so, as is customary, the family (including Catholic me) sat shiva for her. Now after 4 years I have done most holidays (still haven't gotten my card punched for Purim but have mostly covered the rest) even a wedding but not a funeral. Till now. So, I was telling my friend the schedule for shiva and accidentally pronounced it "sheeva". As in the Hindu god of destruction.

"Babe," my boyfriend gently corrected, "We're not sitting on the Destroyer".

D'oh!