Another Saint Patrick’s Day is upon us and I’m still not ensconced in that lovely little stone cottage of my dreams with a view of the Irish countryside, celebrating with drink in hand. Hell.
Well, at least I have the Baileys… and a big glass.
Another Saint Patrick’s Day is upon us and I’m still not ensconced in that lovely little stone cottage of my dreams with a view of the Irish countryside, celebrating with drink in hand. Hell.
Well, at least I have the Baileys… and a big glass.
Musings from a Tangled Mind 
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Love the shamrock!! 😀
I’ll share a pint or two with you
Well, what are you waiting for?? Come on over! 😀
The stone cottage sounds lovely – I hope you get it someday soon. (Do they have things like electricity, central heat, high speed internet access? Or is the lack of one or all of those things the factors which make them attractive?)
I’m hoping it has all of the above! I better make sure I get my Power Ball ticket this week as that’s probably the only way I’d afford it. LOL
You could always get a letter from a barrister representing a long, long lost, extremely distant relative that no one has ever heard of bequeathing some amazing property to you – under the condition that you occupy it by the next new moon and live there for 30 days on just bread and water and UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES are allowed to look into that huge, spooky, oak wardrobe in the master bedroom (you know, the one with all of the ancient runes carved all over and the wispy tendrils of cold fog creeping out from the doors even on the warmest days and giving off the almost heard moans and muffled screams in the middle of the night)…