GP had a little incident at the post office today.  There are two very distinct lines in our local office.  One is for postal mailing services, the other for bill paying and pension getting services.  It is clearly written above each window.  But for whatever reason my husband walked in and asked the people in line what services they were waiting for and for whatever reason they misinterpreted the question and he ended up waiting in the wrong line.  By the time I got in there after having checked my postal bank account outside at the ATM-like machine, he'd been waiting for a bit in the wrong line.  A new customer walked in and asked the same dumb question and got a different answer.  All hell broke loose and GP right in the middle of it.  God don't these Italians love to argue.  I was literally sitting on the sidelines, (in this case a bench), and I felt like I was watching a tennis match.  Oh the excitement.  GP was all worked up for the rest of the morning.
Now we're waiting for a friend to come by for a drink and a pat on the back.  He and the wife have split up, (hopefully it's only temporary), and he's in desperate need of GP's help.  When he walked out he left her in full custody of the house, dog, and technological know-how.  Yesterday GP took home laptop shopping and spend all last evening setting it up for him.  Today the lessons on how to use it begin.  Grace also has to teach him to use his i-pad which is all he left with but also doesn't know how to use.  As she is the in-house i-pad specialist,she gets the honor of instructing B.  The house looks like a geek squad lives here.  We have 4 laptops, 2 i-pads, 4 phones and an i-pad mini and an i-pod all spread out around the living room.  The very small living room.
Well, so much for temporary.  They, (GP and B), are ensconced in the other room working on tech stuff and I'm hiding in Grace's room.  We got the whole, (I think not), scoop over a bottle of wine.  Seems she's been cheating for the past 10 months and this isn't the first time.  Sad for B obviously but also for me as she is the only Italian wife who I enjoyed.  Probably because she's nuts and is so entertaining.  She tells the best stories as everything that happens to her is hilarious.  She's the gal whose mother threw a ham on some guy's head.  Really, where am I going to get that kind of story?  I wouldn't call her a friend as I'd never call her for a day out together, but at least I enjoyed her when we went out as couples.  Whatta drag.  I told GP the only men he had to worry about were either in my imagination or 4 years old. 
Did I mention that my classes include Pre-K and Nursery this year?  OH MY GOD.  These kids are so cute.  One little boy is half Korean and half Italian.  He is about 3 1/2 and has a bowl cut.  Yesterday I greeted his class with "Good morning everybody".  The English speakers answered with "Good morning", the non English with nothing and he said "everybody".  So I said, "Can you say Good morning?" to which he answered, "everybody".  I said, "Let's try it again.  Good morning everybody!". "Everybody", he said.  I think it's love.  xxoo me