Humor
Week 41: Being Italian-ish
Help, I’m in the deep end of the gene pool without a flotation device! When asked about my ancestral heritage, I’ve always proudly responded, “I’m Irish-Italian, with all of the traits to match”. But, in actuality, I have many reasons to question my Italian heritage. I was told there were very few pictures of me […]
Week 25: Truth, Dare and Grapefruit Salad
What would you do if I dared you to… Skinny dip? Eat something disgusting? Streak through your neighborhood? Kiss or hug a stranger? Jump in freezing cold water? Sing a song on a city sidewalk? Wear something ridiculous to work, church, or a social function? I know exactly what I’d do… because I’ve done all […]
Week 8 : Double Date Shake
I hold my mother responsible for my indecent sense of humor. Anyone who’s spent more than a few hours with me has been witness to my ability to find a double (often risque) meaning at every opportunity; (see Week 6: Popeye’s Balls as a demonstration). Seriously, it’s not that I’m immature (maybe I am), or […]