(Before I start, let me warn you that this entry might sound a bit bimbotic / crazy maybe to some of you so apologies in advance to anyone who might get turned off by it)

Ok its 11:30am on a Saturday morning, I’m sitting at my desk at work and I find myself singing & humming to an Italian CD (Tiziano Ferro)J

Plus there is an Italian Fair going on downstairs where we work and besides loving the food and the beauty of the country, almost everyone I know, knows that I have a thing for Italian Guys. Why? They are hot, suave and charming…. & I also think their twang is so cute. I don’t think I have had much of a conversation with an Italian guy but I would like to find out if they would be able to stimulate my intellect because that would just be the icing on the cake.

Sometimes I like to think….. ok no wait….. I think all the time & I wonder if I could be someone else in another skin…. Maybe I’m actually Italian, or French or British or American. Then sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be born as someone else. What kind of like would I lead? Questions that I like to ponder on when I have absolutely nothing to do J but questions which I will never ever get answers too (which is a good thing)

Well that’s all folks J Before I leave the building, I’m going to get my fix of cuteness then I’ll be good for the rest of the weekend J

Have a good one J