You know you are at ...

an Italian's house when...it is 93 degrees outside and you are having pasta for supper! YEs...we are at my parents house...again! Well, truth be told we are here all the time in the summer. In the winter it is maybe once a month...I think by August we all get on over load...by October we are dying to be together again! So the pool water was 87 degrees today...and dad was proud..."that is without the heater!" It was, believe it or not refreshing! Then after about an hour I start to get the goose bumps and get out. Jeff is always the last out.

So I sit here at my mothers computer, smelling all th smells of an Italian meal...prepared by an Italian mother. Life can't get any better then this...(well, it can...with a baby here...soon enough!) The buggie is ready for him...we are still...patiently waiting!