The trouble with being Italian is that I judge love by food. If there's a breakup, you buy ice cream. If something bad happens, you bake a cake. Someone dies, you make antipasto. Someone comes home from school, fresh marinated mozzarella ( Read more... )

I feel bad, sometimes, when I blatantly lie to facebook events ( Read more... )

...your awkward aunt, that you love to pieces but are often ashamed to admit that you're related to ( Read more... )