Greet me warmly, I’m one-quarter Irish! March 17, 2006
(My mother’s mother was Irish - everyone else is French)
Happy St. Patrick’s Day! I’m home, safe and sound, and want to sleep. And eat. Not necessarily in that order, though.
Today’s best moment, in the airport in Thunder Bay: a group of high school students were getting back from a March Break trip overseas, and two weary chaperons were following a particularly rowdy bunch. The first one turned to the second and said, “Where are their bags?”
The second chaperon responded, “Who cares? They’re the responsibility of their parents now.”
Priceless!
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