I came across this Friday special today when I was trolling around Amazon:
This looked like a pretty good deal to me. Today’s the last day to get the free shipping and still have it arrive by Christmas.
I was also pleased to see one of Hambet’s favorite library books at a pretty good price:
Having read this book around two hundred times, I can vouch for the beauty and detail of the illustrations and the drama of Pteranodon’s life. And yes, T. rex does make an appearance.
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Husband?? The seasoned wife just pushes “click;” wraps it herself when it arrives, and acts surprised as she opens it on Christmas morning. (Or lets Santa leave it … unwrapped!)
Thanks — it’s perfect!
This wife is leaving husband and Santa completely out of the loop.
Yeah, this wife should start getting into the habit of buying her own gifts too… I actually wrapped something and put it into my stocking myself…. cause otherwise I won’t have anything in there. And it would make significant others look bad on Christmas eve in front of the relatives if I have nothing in my stocking you know… Oh the things I do out of love for my husband… (wink, wink) (Because you know I wouldn’t have bought it otherwise, right?)
This husband would be in serious trouble if he tried to convince his wife that a pan was a gift for her. We follow the Appeninic Rule, which is that in a mixed marriage, the Italian does the cooking, which saves a lot of heartache and grief.
in a mixed marriage, the Italian does the cooking
Hang on here. Why is this the first time I’m hearing about this rule?
in a mixed marriage, the Italian does the cooking
Hang on here. Why is this the first time I’m hearing about this rule?
I thought it was just the woman cooks usually, and if she ain’t Italian, she learns very quickly to cook like she was Italian.
If the wife is Italian, everyone eats like the family is 100% Italian.
Oh no.
1. The Italian should do the cooking. The non-Italian will eventually learn to do a couple of things right, but by the time she gets even remotely close to mastery, your great grandchildren will be nearing retirement, and you will both have been dead for ages.
2. A woman should do very little cooking, unless she is one of those rare birds who actually does it well. Most don’t. Cooking is an adventure, and a big, fun, loud, boozy adventure, with swords (or razor-sharp knives almost as big as swords), fire, live animals with pincers, and dangerous chemicals. In short, cooking is the proper realm for boys and men. Girls can play, too, so long as they promise not to say “eeew” and break nails and all that sissy stuff.
3. Part of the reason that our society is in such a mess is that women have (for many unwillingly) moved into the kitchen, where they make food that tends to be boring. In order to make up for the boredom, they become pawns of the processed food industry, and that is why people look the way they do these days.
4. A general rule: An Italian can cook any cuisine, but a non-Italian is generally stuck making the non-Italian mush that he grew up with. Along with our natural facility with languages, innate understanding of politics, uncanny eye for art, ease with music, and irrepressible sense of style, we have the natural ability to take the best of any other cuisine, and assimilate it into our own. Also, if one is part Italian and part something else, one can easily become fully Italian, because all of that other stuff doesn’t really stand a chance (es tut mir Leid, Opa) in the face of Roman opposition.
Now the bad news. Being Italian does tend to turn one into a chauvinistic, nationalistic Fascist swine (how can one not look at our Nation, the sons of Aeneas, and not swell with collective pride, a pride that glows, like the sunshine off Mussolini’s bald head), but I, for one, would rather be an Italian chauvinistic, nationalistic, Fascist swine than any other kind!