Yesterday was my very busy day at the yarn store but I wanted to tell you how my day started. Dressed in our St. Patty's Day greens, the desperate housewives of BB Street (and Pipsqueak) went to Brazenhead, an Irish Pub, for brunch. We had a fun morning together laughing and solving all of the neighborhood problems. We were also given lots of St. Patty's Day necklaces, pens, and light-ups, courtesy of Guiness. Our waitress told us that a girl is never too young to start with the Guiness so Pipsqueak has her share of Guiness goodies, too.
After several attempts at finding out just what an Irishman has under that kilt, we finally found out!!!! I boldly asked and my new Irish friend pulled up his kilt and showed us his Shamrocks!! Boxer shorts!! My Irish friend has never laughed so hard; Pipsqueak's expression was priceless!!
And so, dear Mom, it was another wonderful time spent with good friends.
In the spirit of St. Patrick's Day: “May the road rise up to meet you, may the wind be ever at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face and the rain fall softly on your fields. And until we meet again, May God hold you in the hollow of his hand.”
Love, Wendy
2 comments:
Shamrock boxers? I am soooo disappointed!
I used to play pipes with a local group... and I can attest to the fact that they do not all wear shamrock boxers. Trust me on this one...
~ Suzy (Bonnie's neighbor)
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