(The title is courtesy of Ben and it, also, is our best advice on how to make a marriage last: whoever says Yo Mama first, wins.)

It’s 3:29am and I am not even in the least tired. If it didn’t mean having to get dressed, I’d take Ben and the scooter out for a spin. I am itching to do that, but again, I cannot be bothered to wear pants, let alone a proper shirt. I cannot wait to see Rome properly and in all its glory. I think we’re finally ready to start living. Having a job and the money to do so would be even better, but we don’t want to get carried away. Tomorrow I’m heading to the Roman SnB all by my lonesome. I am excited beyond belief. I will miss the Ben-jammin’s skillful and masterful square knitting, but we’re trying to be proper, so he won’t come.

I spent the afternoon with Anna, Rachele, Ben and my mom. We knit some, crochet some more and chatter abounded. I cannot wait until Ben understands Italian and can appreciate these people to their fullest. Until then he has to keep saying that No, he’s not bored and pretend that’s actually true. At least, for him, there was awesome food.  I love these people. They’re pretty much the family I’m usually pining after. 

Oh, to have a blog and not have a life. It is a painful occurrence.  

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