Ha ha ha!

Those unbelievably haughty and arrogant, nasty Italian Catholics would save themselves a lot of grief if they would show a little more humility else we will have to lock them all up in convents and monasteries to keep the streets safe for ordinary mortals such as myself. There is nothing special about wearing widow's black all the time, as if life were a funeral. Unless your husband really is dead in which case only one year is de rigeur in that type of social circle, I suppose. Like I have said before, I just don't think like other people for some reason. It is weird but I was always so bored at lunch listening to pukey Pam yapping about the Saltshaker book as if her stupid bimbo opinion matters to me. I really don't remember why I should care.