For the past few days I’ve been trying to come up with a witty and thought provoking post to share with you. I’ve got nothing. Zero. Zip. So I thought it best to step away from my computer and spend some quality time with my … Read More →
Tag Archives: Italy
My Italian, It Sucks, No?
“I am pleased to notify you that your Italian citizenship has been recognized, now go into the kitchen and make some meatballs.” This was the letter I received from the Consolato Generale D’Italia San Francisco (um, yeah, that would be the Italian Consulate in San … Read More →
I’m Free
feet shuffle side to side tap tap tap thump That was me dancing. Then I fell over because I don’t dance. Like ever. Exceptions will be made only if there are gallons of alcohol close by. And a giant straw. I’ll also dance if you pay … Read More →