Happy Saint Patty's Day!
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Is that Bogey?
hahahahaaaaaa
just got home from party. Made the mrs drive. My boss was there knocking back paddys with me. She spent a good 20 min telling my wife how fuckin awesome and smart I am. Almost brought her home instead........
oops. Was that rhe Paddys speaking? Hopefully not slurring.......
hahahahaaaaaa
just got home from party. Made the mrs drive. My boss was there knocking back paddys with me. She spent a good 20 min telling my wife how fuckin awesome and smart I am. Almost brought her home instead........
oops. Was that rhe Paddys speaking? Hopefully not slurring.......
St Paddy's is a big deal in our household. (Padgraig) Me Mum's folks, they come from Mayo (the County, that is). Lavins, aka Laughlans My only Grandson is named Patrick. My Maternal Grandmother's Brother was Eddie Lavin, and he was a Battalion Chief of New York City's Bravest back in the 1960's.
We make the corned beef and call the date Cabbage Day. I eat and eat and eat the corned beef, with a buncha yellow mustard on the side.
Our neighbors from across the street came over, had their first corned beef ever (they are from Alaska and Portland, and Liberal to a fault), pronouncing it excellent. We managed to stay off politics and the day ended with absolutely no blood.
Alas, my ticker was on a rampage and I limited myself to but a single beer. Dang. Dadangdangdang. The times, they shall improve.
Greg
PS, It's time for lunch, Cold Corned Beef on Rye with Mustard! ...And I'll be havin' me beer wee it.
We make the corned beef and call the date Cabbage Day. I eat and eat and eat the corned beef, with a buncha yellow mustard on the side.
Our neighbors from across the street came over, had their first corned beef ever (they are from Alaska and Portland, and Liberal to a fault), pronouncing it excellent. We managed to stay off politics and the day ended with absolutely no blood.
Alas, my ticker was on a rampage and I limited myself to but a single beer. Dang. Dadangdangdang. The times, they shall improve.
Greg
PS, It's time for lunch, Cold Corned Beef on Rye with Mustard! ...And I'll be havin' me beer wee it.
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