Some Italian for Dinner...
At a dimly lit table at the italian restaurant, my sweety leans over his pasta and takes a bite, having expertly utilized his spoon to twirl the long noodles. We'd just had a wonderful day together in Los Angeles, and it was winding down in a small, intimate booth. I picked up my glass of wine and sipped as I watched him.
And as he concentrated on twirling up another bite, he mumbled in a high pitched italian accent, "Boppity boopy? Bippity boopy bop..."
Having remembered a scene of Family Guy, where Peter thought he could speak italian, our two hours of conversation were sprinkled with random boops, much to my amusement.
He's so cute.
And as he concentrated on twirling up another bite, he mumbled in a high pitched italian accent, "Boppity boopy? Bippity boopy bop..."
Having remembered a scene of Family Guy, where Peter thought he could speak italian, our two hours of conversation were sprinkled with random boops, much to my amusement.
He's so cute.