Frank was feeling left out. You see, Theresa is still going to physical therapy for her wounded ankle. I’m barely hobbling along with my collapsed arch. Not to be left out, he went and got bronchitis. And now let me ask you, if a normal person had bronchitis, would they be outside mowing the lawn?? Yeah, that’s what I thought. No, a sane man would not be out there. I’d stop him and mow it myself except, Oh! I can’t walk around, pushing a lawn mower.
Yes, proof that the entire family is weird. It’s not just me. I guess that’s why we’re married, eh? A perfect match.
Meantime, we still call and talk to Stephen every day. Theresa swears that the switchboard operator laughs at her whenever she calls. They’re all sitting around hysterical at the dumb Americans who can’t even handle a simple sentence in Italian. And by the way, why is it that the one response I would recognize, “Uno momento,” they say to the only family member here (Frank) who has more than a 10 word vocabulary?? Sure, they can’t say that to me. No, they have to say something complicated to me that consists of words I don’t know.
And more to remind myself but, if I forget, you are hereby chosen to remind me to post tomorrow about my favorite experience at a comedy club.
