It happened again, you hung out on the street. I watched sadly from my bubbling pot and my mind drifted to thoughts of cool air easing the heat from my skin.
Angrily an Italian woman shouts "meatballs" reality struck and my heart sunk.
I handed the food over. You ate it. Outside. I was again saddened.
When will I eat food outside! When will I be the one to take food!
Well certainly not next month when we return to Tamp & Stitch on July 25th for a night of:
Tell your friends, tell your Ma. She deserves a night out, good woman herself.