Our friends in Woodbridge were the first to introduce us to many Italian traditions. We feel like family when we see them. In fact their kids call us Zia and Zio. "Yes, my Zia is Chinese," Steph would say without a blink of an eye to her friends. That's what about the Italians! We're all family. I … [Read more...]
So, a sweet, good-looking Italian was at my door.
One day I was rushing around getting the kids off to school. I didn't have much time other than to throw on a touch of lipstick and my sunglasses. My hair, as always, was one hot mess -- (translation: I was out the previous night and rolled it into a bun thing and woke up with "natural" beachy wave. … [Read more...]