Our house is a Renaissance smile - sly, fetching and a little troubled. Come on in!
(LA Times Tennis)

As I´ve noted in the past, my wife and I have a mixed marriage. She´s Italian, I´m Irish. When we fight, it´s like a Hells Angels induction. I mean, we don´t argue often. Twice an hour, max. In between, there´s a simmering tension. Think of us as a steel elevator cable ready to snap. Boooooooing...boom....