A little something we all can relate to.

You know you're Italian when . . . .

You can bench press 325 pounds, shave twice a day and still cry when your mother yells at you.

You carry your lunch in a produce bag because you can't fit two cappicolo sandwiches, 4 oranges, 2 bananas and pizzelles into a regular lunch bag.

Your mechanic, plumber, electrician, accountant, travel agent and lawyer are all your cousins.

You have at least 5 cousins living in the same town or on the same block. All five of those cousins are named after your grandfather or grandmother.

You only get one good shave from a disposable razor.

If someone in your family grows beyond 5' 10", it is presumed his Mother had an affair.

There were more than 10 people in your bridal party.

You netted more than $10,000 on your first communion.

And you REALLY, REALLY know you're Italian when...

Your grandfather had a fig tree.

You eat Sunday dinner at 2:00. ..Christmas Eve . . . Only fish.

Your mom's meatballs are the best.

You've been hit with a wooden spoon or had a shoe thrown at you.

Clear plastic covers are on all the furniture.

You know how to pronounce "manicotti" and "mozzarella."

You fight over whether it's called "sauce" or "gravy."

You've called someone a "mamaluke." And you understand "bada bing bada boom"!!!