Something I am getting used to-
Seeing older women in "housecoats"
So many of them, here in the boonies, wear these blue-patterned dresses that button down the front. Along with the uniform, comes the old-lady scornful looks when you drive by. (I will try and get a photo.)
Something I am not getting used to-
The horrible horrible smells here in the country. Yesterday it smelled like a mixture of body odor and manure. It was awful- sharp, powerful, disgusting. The pungent odor settles over you like a blanket of stink. It's never the same stench two days in a row. Once, My Man almost fell off his motocicletta because the stink slapped him in the face.
Mommy-o, what IS that smell????
This child has been hit by the wall of stink.
I swear it wasn't me.
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Mimi
I would question that Pug. I'm not sure I believe him! But, maybe it is those pigs. Ah the pain we endure for prosciuto. No pain no gain.
Ciao bambini,
Molto amore, Nannio