When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that’s amore. I don’t know who originally wrote this song, but the only time I’ve ever heard of someone getting hit in the face with a pizza, they were left with horrible second degree burns, which isn’t something to joke about let alone write a love song. 199 more words
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Each Monday I post a mystery photo, or occasionally a mystery object on my blog.
You can leave a comment if you think you know where this week’s mystery photo was taken. 79 more words
The best laid plans of mice and men, as the old adage goes, I think of as I make plans for my dinner club meeting. I perform a certain service for the club, beyond the membership status, as a way to help the club produce some extra funds for the year. 317 more words
Reports of the seafood demise in Bologna may have been Sale Grossly exaggerated. You like it? I thought of that line while shaving where I do most of my deep thinking. 527 more words