I never thought I'd say this but you said something in an interview this week that reminded me of, ahem, me.
Before you get defensive, read here on how I feel about you and your fellow Jersey Shore folk. I actually like you. I really do.
What you said was that you want to marry someone whose last name ends in a vowel. HA!! I love it! I used to say the exact same thing. I'm 100% Italian American and I always assumed I would marry another Italian.
And, I did what you do when you're snookin for love. I dated my fair share of Italian men. But, if the way to make G0d laugh is to have a plan, then G0d's cheeks must hurt over this one.
As it turns out, love doesn't know the difference between a consonant and a vowel. And, it also doesn't know religion.
Today, I am grateful ~
1/ For compromise. I can't make gravy today because H is fasting and that would just be cruel. So, I'll go shopping instead.
2/ For pizza bagels. A perfect pairing. Right up their with chocolate and peanut butter.
3/ That, as H sometimes reminds me, I wasn't so far off in my grand plan. Y is sometimes a vowel.
From our wedding video ~
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