In short, I don't want to see your girls pushed out of the top of your shirt and I don't want to see your butt cheeks hanging out of your skirt or shorts. If I can't see either of those things, then we're good.
Let me clarify that I don't show up at the PX in heels, dressed to the nines. I've appeared in workout gear before and I often wear jeans and flip-flops. All acceptable. Showing off pieces of skin that only you or your husband should see? Not appropriate. I'd be mortified if one of my husbands co-workers saw me in something like the woman was wearing yesterday. If you want to wear things like that, then wear them at home. In private.
Last night I made Pioneer Woman's Chicken Scallopine. It was good, but not great. I think the chicken was the best part of the recipe.
Today my mom and brother, Sean and I went out to explore Vicenza. Sean picked up some loose wine, we attempted to use the bathroom at McDonald's which required a code to unlock it. I managed enough Italian to ask a employee for the code, "Cosa codice toilette?" On to lunch at a restaurant we'd never tried before. It was family owned and the people were so nice. Only the father spoke English and with my patchy Italian we managed to order the buffett and spaghetti with some sort of fish. The buffett was amazing. It was all kinds of Italian appetizers. I had zucchini slices with olive oil, fried potatos, anchovies, caprese with the best mozzerella I've ever tried and shrimp. The spaghetti was good too.
After lunch it was time for some sightseeing. We tried to find the Olympic Theater with no success and then opted to drive up to Monte Berico for a wonderful view of all Vicenza.
Days like this I really enjoy Italy.
