I've lived next door to "The Italians" (I live in a culturally homegenic neighbourhood, sorry). Every day as I walk by his house, I get "Alo, 'how are you-a today?", to which I reply "Good, and you?", then he says "Good-a, good-a".

Every day.

Then, yesterday, I walking past his house, and he was getting into his car. He calls out "Bella!"

I was dumbfounded, frankly. For 15 years living beside this man and his wife, I have only heard him swear in Italian at Halloween when kids TP his house. Hot damn! This comes at a great time as I just saw Under The Tuscan Sun, so it fit in nicely with my Italian fantasies.

Also, I had a great little conversation today with Bill, who just got out of the hospital. I told him I'd give him a hug when he got out, and I payed up. Wouldn't ya know the little bugger snuck in a kiss? Haha. It was cute. I told him, later, that if he wasn't feeling well, I'd give him mouth to mouth. He said he had suddenly taken a turn for the worse.

Okay, so I don't want to be a pirate anymore. Now I want to be a vampire.