Snow white and the Colomba pig


Actually it’s a dove and I’m the pig. At Easter Italian shops are full of this special cake that I love. It’s called a Colomba and although the tiny candied fruit gives me an upset stomach I just managed to eat an entire ‘dove’ all to myself! Oh God! Have I been living alone too long or has Mama finally rubbed off on me?

Later, I will for sure have a belly ache and wonder why I did that. Now to be fair it was a smaller one (well, medium-sized to be honest). And I only eat them once a year so I think I will survive but what am I doing? I have to squeeze my 45-year-old wrinkly knees self into a bikini in two weeks to go see my husband on the ship! And why do I only own bikinis? It only took me 34 years to finally get brave enough to wear one (yes, I am Canadian and a bit modest), and now at 45 I am fighting going back. One-piece suits are sooooo uncomfortable and hot!

A month ago I started lathering on some mysterious cream that is supposed to give me a ‘subtle glow’ and so far I still look like a wrinkled mozzarella stick (aka blonde Snow White…but where the heck did my dwarfs go?). I thought I would do the ‘fake-tan’ because I may be blonde but I do know how I ended up with those wrinkled knees…why encourage them further?

I know what you’re thinking too, shit, does this girl ever stay home? In fact, it was not planned this way that I would be spending my days organizing 2 big trips. Right now my head is spinning with airline tickets, cottage rentals, and bikini waxes (actually no waxing, that shit hurts!). All the while I was worrying about my husband making 2 International flights in a very short time period I neglected to notice than in fact I was!

Not to mention the fact that yours truly is the one doing all the organizing of our Canadian adventure. As for my 2 weeks on the ship at Easter, he just sends a request to his office and they book my flight and everything! He just has to make sure not to crash the boat! Tough life eh?

Okay, I will not whine about the travel, but about eating too much Colomba…I think it may be a long night. I am now experiencing a major sugar rush!!!

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About lmarmstrong66

I'm a blogger, painter, writer, singer. For the love of all things in nature and creativity.
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3 Responses to Snow white and the Colomba pig

  1. sabina says:

    What do you mean for “mediul size” colomba?
    Is it the one weighting half kilo?? You are so thin, so you can do it!

  2. Kayoh says:

    That stuff is soooo addictive!!!! I don’t blame you for not.. not eating it ;P. And how else do us women deal with stress- yummy things!!! All I have to say is, you go girl! Your husband will love that you’re there and in a hot bikini! 😀
    Have fun on your trip(s)!

    Kayoh

  3. Lin Hunnicutt says:

    It sounds great and it’s a shame that we won’t be sailing together again this year, I am sure you will have a great time and the weather should be great. I think you can handle the bikini too.

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