This is my very Italian Grandpa. And the label to the very first mustache wax I ever made. Yearsss ago. It had basil, lemon, sage and mint, it smelled just like the garden he kept when I was little.
Anyway, we spent the entire afternoon with him. And he talked maddd shit about Mitt Romney, told us how to make spinach pizza, took Brian’s blood sugar, and said something was about “AS USEFUL AS TITS ON A BOAR!” He yells a lot. Because he’s italian. And adorable.
He’s the greatest man ever.26 notes