Lucky Thirteen

(John's the short one in the middle; I'm the one with the impressive chompers; Luci's the third wheel.)

On October 6th, who showed up on our doorstep again?  That's right!  Vinny Testa, himself!!! I was pretty excited to see him, and he made the family our best 13th-honeymoon-anniversary dinner ever.  I always wonder why John disappears on our anniversary whenever Vinny shows up.  Could he be jealous of Vinny's winsome combination of barechested manliness and skillful cooking?  It could be.  John's my best friend and all, but Vinnie's hard to beat.

Here are two snapshots that one of the girls took.

The "restrant" wall hanging, complete with Pooh figurines taped to the wall:

And a pouch for tips, presumably for the lovely little girls who serve as waitresses:

The only thing nicer than being able to live alongside one's best friend for thirteen years is having so many little people with whom to share Vinny's famous chicken parmesan.  Here's to thirteen more, my Heart, and thirteen more, and thirteen more.