Sure and you'll be knowin' that your little jewel will have taken a wee trip to the Shamrock Shore with her mam in what, like 1975?! just to see if all the stories were true. And they were! and not!
My Mom had to bundle me up and practically carry me around the Emerald Isle, I was in such shock. No #%* Lepruchans and no hot sauce. It was sad, possums, yet....they rocked!!! After choking mightily on those darn Euro cigarettes, Players, I believe, we decided to have a Guinness or two at a pub in Dublin called, of course, Donovans. I was made to get up on the bar and sing some country song and a really poor version of Danny Boy, after which I got into an argument about soccer, for goodness sake. Soccer!!! (Okay, I was a Tampa Bay Rowdies Fanny) Anyway, I soon discovered that I thought Guinness tasted like liquid tobacco and that I loved Irish music. So for your listening pleasure, the wonderful band Horselips, singing the Shamrock Shore, from the album Happy to Meet, Sorry to Part. The Commitments, the Republic of Loose, even that little band U2...It's all good!
Okay. Sky, my lad, told me he is wearing a green shirt that says "I'm not lucky, I'm good" which I would have worn if I had thought of it first. Chris, my lad, will probably be wearing the camo, which is Marine for " I'm a Marine, and I'm good". Right on all counts, those boys!!
Still feeling like the luckiest person in the world.
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