Luck o’ de Irish

Happy St. Patrick’s Day

I’m not one of those once-a-year Irish pretenders, truth is dat I’ve actually got a good bit ‘o Irish blood runnin’ through me veins… anyway… take a shamrock wit ya fer luck…

Anyone acquainted with Ireland knows that the morning of St. Patrick’s Day consists of the night of the 17th of March flavored strongly with the morning of the 18th.

Why should you never iron a 4-leaf clover? You don’t want to press your luck. (Bah-dah-BAH…)

May the Irish hills caress you. May her lakes and rivers bless you. May the luck of the Irish enfold you. May the blessings of Saint Patrick behold you.~Irish Blessing

May you have warm words on a cold evening, a full moon on a dark night, and the road downhill all the way to your door.~Irish Blessing

There are only two kinds of people in the world, The Irish and those who wish they were. 😀  (Hey, I didn’t make that up!)

In the Life of Bon, I got a helluva lot done yesterday. After work I ran a few errands. When I got home I got a bathroom cleaned and the linens washed, cleaned and rearranged my balcony to better accomodate the pre-Spring clutter, and switched out my closet from winter to Spring. That last feat took upwards of 3 hours. It was so worth it though – everything looks so much better and I have a little more order. This morning, my car was filled with 4 bags of nonsense to dispose of.

I noticed this morning the critters are already out. By critters I mean bugs. Ugh. When I went out the front door this thing that resembled a miniature dragonfly mixed with a fly swarmed my face. Apparently I invaded it’s home on my front door.

But you’re still welcome, Spring. Any time.