This coming Saturday is the Feast of St. Patrick or commonly known as St. Paddy’s day. In honor of that I would like pour all the readers a pint. But this virtual world has not advanced to that level yet, so I’ll just use green font on my feast of the friday fragments post. The saint of the fragments, Mrs. 4444, will be hosting over at her blog. Be sure to pay homage.
Our granddaughter’s preschool class was visited by a mischievous leprechaun while the kids were out on the playground. The kids were excited to share the big news when they were picked-up. The big breaking news was that the leprechaun did NOT flush after using the toilet because the water was still green.
Our granddaughter’s preschool class was visited by a mischievous leprechaun while the kids were out on the playground. The kids were excited to share the big news when they were picked-up. The big breaking news was that the leprechaun did NOT flush after using the toilet because the water was still green.
We are hold outs, we still have a land line phone. Most all our calls are on the cell phones now so I’m willing to drop it. My wife still wants it. Most all calls are telemarketers or of late, political campaigns so I don’t typical bother to answer. Just a few days ago, I looked at the caller ID and it was our bank. Almost did not answer but then went ahead. Maybe it’s a good thing but I’m sure they would have left a message. Our CC number was compromised (I didn’t even get to watch either) so they terminated the card and will be sending out a new one. What a hassle with the automatic bill paying setups. Everyone should have a backup card.
Defenestration -
It was a new word for me. But this is yet another example of how blogging has increased my knowledge of the world. That a word even exists for this activity is strange. Of course you find more on wikipedia about it but I learned the word over at I Can’t Believe I’m Not Bitter. Also here’s picture of a public art work in San Franciso with the title Defenestration.
I found this modified Irish saying in my inbox:
May the wind at your back
not come
from the corned beef and cabbage
you ate for lunch.
May the wind at your back
not come
from the corned beef and cabbage
you ate for lunch.