I had hoped to avoid this situation, but it happened – on Mother’s Day no less: my mother announced that she is reading Fifty Shades of Grey.
My family and I have been going to Pellegrino’s for approximately seventeen years. They know my drink order. Good thing, for I would soon really need a drink.
Sometime during our consumption of the massive antipasto, my mother announced “I’m reading Fifty Shades of Grey!” Continue reading