Friday, September 17, 2010

"What's the sense of talking?"

My Mother-in-law says this a lot.  It's one of those Italian phrases she got from her mother who probably got it from hers. Greg and I like to look at each other and say this for things like when we accidentally call our next door neighbor our roommate because the walls are so thin we forget she doesn't actually live with us. There is a lot to be said for being reminded that things don't matter as much as we think they do.  We all end up here:


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