Sleeping on the Couch

In our marriage I have never spent a night on the couch. Joe however, spent his second night on the couch last night. Not because I was angry at him (C'mon let's be honest, who could ever get angry with the guy?) but because at 3:30 AM I was barfing my guts out until about 5 this morning. He just grabbed his little pillow and blanket and went to the couch. The time prior was for the same reason. Poor guy. I blame it all on the fact that I was trying to be a molly Mormon for the first time in my life, by making a casserole. See if I ever do that again!
Maybe I will just let Joe do the cooking. After all I did come home last week to him making fresh pasta. His very own ravioli stuffed with chevre, pine nuts and spinach. Served with a white wine mushroom and fresh tomato sauce. Gosh I love that man! Why am I so lucky? Sometimes I just have to wonder.

I left my heart in San Francisco...

We had such a great Labor Day in San Francisco. Oh how I love that city.
The hills reminded me of La Spezia:

I miss the sea!

The highlight of the trip was... Can you tell what it is?

WICKED! We saw it at the Orpheum Theatre. Phenonmenal.


Even though I hate this picture. I had to put it on here, because when I saw the Golden Gate Bridge, all I could think of was my roommate Megan singing along to the Full House theme song. Love ya Megs!

Wish I was there.

Sei tornato con onore

Dearest Brother of mine,
You are more handsome, more mature, and more italian. I could not be more proud.
Love, Tua Sorella

P.S. For more pics of his grand return- See Facebook