Swimming in a pool of peach bellini

So Sunday we had our friends over for an afternoon visit. The Stangleys; you remember,
our friends from Eagle Creek. They have four daughters remember? All women! Really
great people, Uncle D. loves them alot. Anyways, we hadda nice brunch, I made marinara,
fried up some sausages with peppers and onions, fried some potatoes, and some over-easy
eggs, some rosemary bread toast, and some mimosas' to wash it all down with. It wassa
joosta a nice meal and a great time to catch with up great friends. We talked religion and politics, and about books we had been readin. We talked family and travel, and alot
more stuff...it was a good day, you know what I mean? Did I mention that we laughed alot?
Hey, we laughed alot. Laughter is good anytime right?
Crying is important for many reasons, but laughing until you're crying is like being
dipped in a trough of fresh spumoni, or like swimming in a pool of peach bellini, or
like sleeping in a bed of fresh basil and rosemary, and waking up to all the gelato youse could get youse hands on, capisci?
It's like when grandaughter Lily told her mom recently.....Don't get sad mommie, get
glad! That mi amici is funny, and made Uncle D. laugh out loud!
Ciao
D.