Shamrock, Shmamrock...

So I missed posting on St. Patrick's Day. Can I kiss your blarney stone to show how apologetic I am? I did have a green margarita in a Mexican restaurant. I could not help thinking though that the only thing Irish in the restaurant was my half Irish daughter. I call her my SpicMick. (I can say that you know.)

This hermit is going insane. I went to the Valley on Saturday and did not leave the house again until Tuesday to go to dinner with my darlin' leprechaun Teddy Bear and her pot 'o gold boyfriend. I think she thinks of him as a pot 'o gold anyways. I love going out with those two. They tolerate my endlessly stupid questions and only snicker a little bit. They get a lot of looks when they are together. He has incredibly long hair and is good looking and Teddy Bear is beautiful, but I think he gets more double takes because of his hair.

Back to work for me because that damn leprechaun did not leave his pot 'o gold for me.