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Circa la metafisica pasquale




Eh! I know. Sometimes life is
hard.
really hard.

Specifically, it gives the chance that the Eppifemili (two and four legs in the August full) has decided to go with a lot of mom Eppie (ie Eppie's mother) to revel in that of the native Abruzzi mountains.

It must also be given the chance that the next day that eppifemili (which I do not know if you noticed recently, a famous film has even copied the name! Sgrunt and double Sgrunt!) Has been achieved not by happiness and taciturn variety of Homo parentame wife.

Give the event that it rains all the damn weekend (with bits of hail and wind I'm missing in January in Siberia), and to try to sleep with 20 degrees below zero and a house summer without adequate heating, the undersigned has caused bury under layers and layers of quilts, blankets, sweaters and padded, practical difficulties in finding out from under blanket so great the next morning.

We have also the case that, standing in front of a cannon always fireplace (the only source of relief to the Antarctic temperature), all Eppie cucuzzaro has begun from 11 am to roast meat, bruschetta, various verdurame , sausages and everything else imaginable could be cooked like our ancestors did, causing a heavier meteoric rise due to the flash of thigh and all'ingigantirsi quite ready around the waist.

Give also the case that as a result of such revelry that we have seen all pounce on the food as warthogs Namibians fasted for decades, the acute and sagacious Eppifemili decided to get in the car at the time of the most crowded traffic in hope (distant and vague) to return to the capital at a reasonable hour.

Give also the case that Eppie, ready to lead (due to forgetfulness of portfolios, documents, money and the head of Homo at home) has caught the only row that the toll instead of going forward has been desirous of going back, and also to work correctly. Put

also that, finally returned home after a hot shower, invigorating, Eppi abbia meticolosamente arso tutti gli ormai maleodoranti e affumicati indumenti.

Poi, solo allora,
finalmente,

Eppi, profumata come una rosellina e pulita come una nuvoletta,
si rilassa.

Si sbatacchia sul divano con Homo, e prende su Eppidog per spupazzarsela un po'.

Non sapeva, la nostra ignara Eppi, di prendere in braccio l'equivalente di una puzzolentissima salsiccia arrostita coi peli.

No.
Il ricordo delle fantastiche vacanze pasquali, evidentemente, non poteva svanire così facilmente.