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  Francesco received his Greencard on July 3rd 2013 and now he’s obnoxiously embracing American culture. He’s trying to give himself a fancy new “American” name. So far he seems set on Franky I.S. for Franky Italian Stallion because he…

“One Italian makes a Latin lover, two together can never agree whilst three Italians make up four political parties.”

This is a great American comedic actress with (I believe) an Italian immigrant father. She basically sums up the older generation perfectly. Oddly enough, you would never be able to tell from the wig and Super Mario Brother moustache, but…

This isn’t a real post, just an observation. I’ve been sick this week so I haven’t written something really. It’s coming, I promise. I am a lot like Einstein. I’m not a genius and I suck at math but I…

Francesco and I have been married three times because we had to really make fucking sure or because we’re masochistic, or both. Once at the city office on September 25th 2012, followed by a small wedding in Park City on September…

F finally received his Greencard on July 3rd 2013. While he was in the immigration office I was forced to wait with his parents and Oliver. His dad went to sleep in the car while his mom and I settled…

When you were little you followed me around in your footy pajamas. You cried when I left, heaving and shrieking like a crazy baby. You were an adorable hot mess with your blonde ringlets and huge eyes like two pools…

Oliver has been hacking like an elderly man with stage-four cancer. HACK-HACK-BLEEEH followed by some kind of white foam or whatever was in his stomach. It started around two a.m. the day before yesterday. We thought that it was one…