I'm breaking the Italian tradition.
I'm not like my grandmother, I don't jump up and do what ever the "men" want. It's sad but that's how my gram was and that buck sure stops here.
I have my dad and brother here and they think I'm supposed to cook, clean and jump when they want. Fuck that I'm not the one and it's really getting on my nerves when I get woken up to What are you making for breakfast? That's what donuts are for. Thank goodness they go home on Wednesday.
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