Well, that's not quite true. You need groceries and clothes and rent money and the six hundred pencils that your kid manages to lose from his or her school supplies every six days or so and health insurance and all kinds of other weird little and not so little things that keep body and soul together.
So I'll send you HERE and HERE and let you count your blessings from there.
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MG, thanks for making us aware of this. Kim is good people.
I've seen your comments on several agent blogs and always enjoy your humor. Today I saw your comment on the blog of a good friend, Michelle O'Neil. Small world.
Anyway, stopped by to thank you for your support of Michelle and Kim.
Why thank you, Jerri. That's very sweet of you.
And you ain't chopped liver, either, Jaye!
That's why I love you MG -- you're the Italian mother we're all missing in our lives.
(and I ain't talkin' the panty-ironing kind!)
Don't knock that panty ironing. Wearing 'em certainly improves the posture.
Thanks, Mindy. Hey - I'm Italian and I used to iron my dad's hankies with my Mom as a kid. Oh yes. And my Irish MIL irons her sheets. When we stay at her house and I wash the sheets upon leaving, I rush them on as fast as I can so she can't say, "Did you iron them?" Um, no. I don't mind ironing - but sheets?
Thanks for your kindness. Much appreciated. I'm eager to pay it forward and put these tough times behind us.
KIM
You're Italian, Kim?
Gosh, I never would have guessed.
I used to iron my dad's handkerchiefs also. And I folded them just so. And um...well...I HAVE ironed sheets, but I was very young and newly married and women's liberation hadn't really hit my corner of the village yet.
I'm sorry, Mindy, I missed that. I was busy hanging out my fettucini to dry. Do you eat last? In my Dad's family the girls ate last. The boys ate first. Swear to God. And my aunt still tells the story of when she and her "aunt" (who was 6 months older than she) broke "papas" wine cask in the cellar and put her mouth under the spigot! Come to think of it, sounds like a good idea these days!
Do I look like I've ever eaten last?
Nope, in my family, my oldest brother ate last. He's 6 foot 6 inches tall and if he'd eaten first, there wouldn't have been anything left for the rest of us. We passed the serving bowls, took all we figured we'd want and he dumped whatever was left on his plate.
Back in a bit. Time to hand stuff the manicotti.
Mani-got! Sounds good. YOu DO make the crepes I assume. Even in my book Mom makes mani'got with crepes "not those store bought tubes." The crepe recipe is easy and then you just plop the ricotta mix in the middle and fold over and lay them in the pan.
Did some say dinner?
Got to run, my husband is out of peeled grapes.....
I only make the crepes when I'm serving paesani. The medigan don't know the difference with mani-got.
And aren't the tubes for the cannelloni?
My tubes used to be for babies....
You win.
FIST PUMP! ;)
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