That’s amore
I bought Kate a little early Valentine’s day something yesterday - a 20oz Ukrainian ring sausage from the European deli. She chid me at first, saying her Ukrainian ring sausage-eating days were behind her, and that she had only ever liked one particular kind of Ukrainian ring sausage, anyway, and that my Ukrainian ring sausage wasn’t it. But this morning I came out of the shower to find her standing in the kitchen with the sausage out on the counter, chomping on a bit of it, and grinning guiltily. The course of true love never did run smooth.
Update: Baby E had Ukrainian ring sausage for lunch and very much enjoyed it. So did I. I’m going to have to buy another one before Wednesday, in order that I can effect my plan of seduction whereby Kate and I each take one end of the Ukrainian ring sausage in our mouth, and eat ’till we meet.
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When the moon hits you eye like a big pizza pie
That’s amore
When the world seems to shine like you’ve had too much wine
That’s amore
Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling
And you’ll sing “Vita bella”
Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay
Like a gay tarantella
I can’t tell you the last time I engaged in a gay tarantella. Actually, I can, but I won’t.
Posted on 13-Feb-07 at 4:56 am | PermalinkAww - just like that scene from ‘Lady and the Tramp’… but chewier.
Posted on 13-Feb-07 at 7:30 am | Permalinkright up John’s street! Meeting over a sausage.
Posted on 15-Feb-07 at 12:03 pm | PermalinkYou just can’t beat a big meaty Ukrainian ring.
Posted on 20-Feb-07 at 8:53 am | PermalinkIs a gay tarantella anything like a gay conga OOC?
Posted on 20-Feb-07 at 2:02 pm | Permalinkmmm. WOuld this Ukranian sausage be of the salami variety, or the saveloy persuasion?