Couples

This photo is from our very cold winter. We were in the middle of a blizzard and I spotted this cute and cozy couple walking in the street. If you look really close, you will see that they both have designs on the back of their jacket.

Couples

  WOMEN’S REVENGE


‘Cash, cheque or charge?’ I asked,
after folding items the woman wished to purchase.

As she fumbled for her wallet I noticed a remote control
for a television set in her purse.

‘So, do you always carry your TV remote?’ I asked.

‘No,’ she replied, ‘ but my husband refused to come shopping with me, and
I figured this was the most evil thing
I could do to him legally.’


( anecdote taken from an email.)                              

Pandoro by Pasticceria Biasetto

The dialogue between my family enjoying Pandoro on a Tuesday afternoon:

Me: (to April and Sammy) What are you eating?

April: The cake Yunice brought from Gustiamo.

Me: Can you cut me a piece please?

Dad: There’s something about that cake, it’s not like a regular pound cake.

Sammy: I know….it’s like…spongy.

Dad: Yeah, Sammy, you got that right. It’s spongy.

Me: Thanks! Why, what a big slice!

Yunice: Aww, just eat it. The slice looks big but it’s not that big. It’s like cotton candy. You think you have enough but soon you would want some more.

Me: *Sigh* I want some more already!

Pandoro is made by award winning pastry chef Luigi Biasetto in Veneto, a region in Italy. It is made with organic ingredients (you can see a list of the ingredients at Gustiamo’s website) and comes wrapped so beautiful that you want to keep the package after you’ve eaten the cake. That white stuff is powered sugar. It comes in an individual package. If you forget to put the sugar on the cake (which you may not want to do), you can add the sugar to butter-pecan ice-cream…I tried it and it’s good!

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UNDERSTANDING WOMEN..
(A MAN’S PERSPECTIVE)

I know I’m not going to understand women.
I’ll never understand how you can take boiling hot wax,
pour it onto your upper thigh, rip the hair out by the root,
and still be afraid of a spider.

( anecdote taken from email)