Highlights from Easter dinner with the Grandparents
Mom: Yes, I remember Joe. He is such a nice man. Although I can't remember, what did his father do for a living? Was he a sheet metal worker or something?
Grandpa: Ah hell no! He was in the Mafia.
Mom: Really?
Grandpa: Let me tell you a story. Remember when my father rented out that corner house to that family? And they refused to pay the rent for months? Well, it was Joe's father who went over to the house and had a little "Chat" with the guys and by the next day, they got the hell outta there.
Grandma: Yes, I remember that.
Grandpa: Oh yeah, it was that family of Albanians or something... you know with their white hair and pink eyes
*general silence in confusion*
Us: Grandpa, do you mean albinos?
Grandpa: Ya, whatever the hell they call themselves.
Such is my life with my crazy Italian Grandparents.
Grandpa: Ah hell no! He was in the Mafia.
Mom: Really?
Grandpa: Let me tell you a story. Remember when my father rented out that corner house to that family? And they refused to pay the rent for months? Well, it was Joe's father who went over to the house and had a little "Chat" with the guys and by the next day, they got the hell outta there.
Grandma: Yes, I remember that.
Grandpa: Oh yeah, it was that family of Albanians or something... you know with their white hair and pink eyes
*general silence in confusion*
Us: Grandpa, do you mean albinos?
Grandpa: Ya, whatever the hell they call themselves.
Such is my life with my crazy Italian Grandparents.