Things I Already Miss About Being In My Parents'...
Clean forks… ALL THE TIME. Never have to worry where the next roll of toilet paper is coming from. Beating up little sister at leisure. Not even ONE hideous stain on their carpet. Italian food. I’m sure there’s more but these are the glaring ones at the moment.
thebluthcompany: We shan’t be telling your mother this, shan’t we? One of the hardest times I’ve ever laughed out loud at a television show was from this.
Thanks for all the kinds words...
…in response to my previous post, Tumblr. Much appreciated. You are all loved.
So, my grandmother died. And I haven't cried.
She was something else, though. She really was. That’s what the priest said today. Her name was Adelaide Valenzano, born January 25th, 1925 in New York City. She moved to Stamford, Connecticut after she married my grandfather Vito when he’d returned home from the war. Vito passed away in 1995, when I was twelve. At his funeral, which was a packed house, little 5th Grade Paul stood...
My Father, Ladies and Gentlemen
Dad: Is that an earring in your ear?
Me: What? No, Dad, they're headphones.
Dad: Oh... You should get an earring.
Me: No, I definitely should not.
Dad: Or a tattoo.
Dad: I might get a tattoo actually.
Me: What would you get a tattoo of?
Dad: I don't know, "Life Sucks" or something.