My Mom and Dad are taking DS for the weekend, and DH asked where I wanted to go out to dinner tomorrow night for a little date. Will probably be our last one for quite a while.
I am embarrassed to admit that I said I felt like Italian just because I want to order eggplant parm somewhere. :hangs head:
Obviously I don't reeeeally believe in the tales, but it can't hurt, right? THE saddest part is that I do not like eggplant. Awesome.
ETA: Doh. Just saw another eggplant post below. Oh well.