So Bruna called to find out if the work that the plumber did on the tubes and other necessary bits that keep the water flowing was successful.
B: Do you have water now?
L: YES!!! Thank you so much.
There was a little more chitter chatter about the tubes and the water system and then some small talk and then it was time to say goodbye.
B: Ciao Lina
L: Ciao Bruno.
No, that wasn't a typo. I called her Bruno. BrunO not BrunA. That would be like calling a woman named Danielle Daniel....it's a subtle difference but well, actually, no. It's a big difference.
This wasn't the first time I've done this either. I do it every time I speak with her and only when we are saying goodbye. Ok, fine. It's not a big deal. I know that Bruna knows that I know she's a woman and not a man. All the same, every interaction I have with her leaves me feeling like the biggest idiot.
The worst part is that I have no idea why I make this mistake. It's not like a know a plethora of BrunOs and so it just rolls off the tongue. In fact, I only know one Bruno.
My cousin Bumpy and her husband's dog.
I don't really have anything else to add to this little vignette so I'll just end here.
HAPPY INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S DAY to my female friends.
Ummm, yeah. I do know that that is a photo of David, who, is NOT a female (I don't think I've ever called him Davidina). That's a photo of David doing what Italian tradition dictates that men do on March 8th which is, of course, climb a Mimosa tree and give the woman in their life a bouquet.