Italian Capers

Our little Percy, Z-Bomb and lately self-named "Barney" celebrated her second birthday Sept. 12th. I guess this officially starts the "terrible twos." A mere two years ago...... As you can see, there's nothing terrible about her : ) Many thanks to all those who sent gifties to help celebrate...hoping to post pics of the girls opening the boxes soon. (I can't find the pics of the box from G. Grandma S and G. Grandpa J. Their boxes are always first to arrive and the kids enjoy them so much, that I feel bad not putting their pics in too. So, I hope to find them soon...they're somewhere on this computer!)

I was taking the Fonz out for a stroll when my neighbor motioned me over. (The neighbor is Kiko's Dad. Kiko is the dog and he's the only name we remember.) Anyway, he asks me if I like fish- the Dad, of course. Sure, I like fish- I am thinking he's making strange small talk- or perhaps, yet again, I didn't understand the question. He gives me the "one minute" sign and turns and jogs into his garage. Over the gate, he hands me this..... Grazie- I mumble while forcing an appreciative smile. I had mixed feelings when I looked down and saw the slimy fish in their plastic strainer...their gaze fixed on the sky, gelatinous eyes glistening in the sun. Time to stop sharing baked goods with the neighbors! I really like living in the country. I even like country music, but I was not raised country....and I was a bit shocked by the fish. Quickly I began hoping the vital organs had been removed. They had, thank goodness. I couldn't control my giggling as I showed thes

We are experiencing slight technical difficulties, but certainly will be back by the week's end.......thank you, in advance, for your patience in this matter.