Kiss Me, It's Beginning to Snow
That has nothing to do with this post. I'm just listening to the soundtrack for Rent. I love that line.
But we saw NO snow! Total bullshit, right? Right! I hear it snowed in f-ing ORLANDO on Wednesday, but I spent four days up north and barely saw frost. Grrr. Oh, sorry Binsk... I really wanted to meet up with you, but we were barely in the Great White North -- barely.
We spent Thursday traveling to Buffalo and Saturday returning home. In between -- the Aunts.
Have I mentioned how much I love my husband's family? I really do. I didn't get to grow up in an Italian home. I missed out on all the Italian traditions... the food, the conversation, the guilt. "Eat. Eat. Where were you? Why haven't you called? You saw my sister first and not me? You didn't see me the last time you were here? Eat something. What, you don't like olives? Eat some more cheesecake."
I love those ladies.
But no snow. None.
I took some photos, but most of the good ones are on film (real film, for sure!) I'll post some when I get them scanned (most likely over the next few days). But here's me, The Husband, The Step-daughter, and one of The Aunts at Buffalo Chophouse.
She didn't like the steak. Too salty. "Why would they salt a steak? Ronny says this restaurant is for rich people. Don't order dessert. I have cheesecake at the house."
Oh, and I totally scored a 65 year old mink stole in mint condition. The Aunt likes me ;)
But we saw NO snow! Total bullshit, right? Right! I hear it snowed in f-ing ORLANDO on Wednesday, but I spent four days up north and barely saw frost. Grrr. Oh, sorry Binsk... I really wanted to meet up with you, but we were barely in the Great White North -- barely.
We spent Thursday traveling to Buffalo and Saturday returning home. In between -- the Aunts.
Have I mentioned how much I love my husband's family? I really do. I didn't get to grow up in an Italian home. I missed out on all the Italian traditions... the food, the conversation, the guilt. "Eat. Eat. Where were you? Why haven't you called? You saw my sister first and not me? You didn't see me the last time you were here? Eat something. What, you don't like olives? Eat some more cheesecake."
I love those ladies.
But no snow. None.
I took some photos, but most of the good ones are on film (real film, for sure!) I'll post some when I get them scanned (most likely over the next few days). But here's me, The Husband, The Step-daughter, and one of The Aunts at Buffalo Chophouse.
She didn't like the steak. Too salty. "Why would they salt a steak? Ronny says this restaurant is for rich people. Don't order dessert. I have cheesecake at the house."
Oh, and I totally scored a 65 year old mink stole in mint condition. The Aunt likes me ;)
posted by Robin at 9:11 PM
7 Comments:
Glad you didn't get snow on your "new" mink.
Man, I love your Italian family! They totally look mafioso!
Glad you had a good time, hon!
M~
Yeah it's like 60 degrees here today. If you want snow you'd have to go west.
Glad you had fun and you are back safe and sound.
Next time you come up here we'll meet, or maybe I'll go to Florida. :)
The aunts sound like a mess!
Oh, that made me laugh. "Don't order dessert..." lol
I'm sorry you missed 525,600 snowflakes.
~S :)
I forgot to say...
I know exactly what you mean. B's relatives are full blood Italian.
~S :)
We all love you, including the brother-in-law. Thank you for keeping the aunts alive.
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