The problem with growing up around Tuscan moms is that they set an incredibly high bar for adulthood.
They always had somewhere fabulous to be, even if it was lunch at The Cheesecake Factory or Olive Garden — places they loved, probably because the decor looked suspiciously similar to their own Tuscan-style McMansions. There was always another manicure appointment to make, another Bath and Body Works candle to buy, another glass of Pinot Grigio to pour. When they weren’t dropping their kids off at school in Juicy Couture tracksuits and flip-flop wedges, they were wearing animal print,…
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