Welcome, My Sillies! Together we'll uncover morsels of sweetness in the light and dark. You'll crave chocolate. I'm a naughty influence. {Note: I avoid Hershey's but partake in regular fixes of fair trade and organic varieties.} Please enjoy a ravenous sampling, and may you fast become addicted. Cheers to all things sweet. That, Dear Sillies, includes you.
Oh honey, yeah, some things are possibly worth cracking a hip while bending backwards to kiss. The Blarney Stone isn't one of them. Cheers to you, Birgit.
A sassy fun piece! Reminds me of the singing telegram in Ferris Bueller's Day Off - 'I'm here to restore your pluck 'cus I'm the nurse who likes to...'
Always a fun romp in the clover - good poem. My Irish luck wasn't there - had to get a temp crown at the dentist. Currently falling apart. And alas, not keen on Irish whiskey to knock me out. Ha!
Well, that's a helluva breakfast sausage in your collage, that's all I can say! And let's hear it for Irish Cream, my fave!
ReplyDeleteLol. It's rather long and girthy, yes?
DeleteMmm, Irish cream.
A lucky week to you, my friend.
That was fun.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Mary. It's one of my favorites.
DeleteHappy, lucky week.
I shall never bend backwards to kiss the Blarney Stone...I'll crack a hip.
ReplyDeleteOh honey, yeah, some things are possibly worth cracking a hip while bending backwards to kiss. The Blarney Stone isn't one of them.
DeleteCheers to you, Birgit.
A sassy fun piece!
ReplyDeleteReminds me of the singing telegram in Ferris Bueller's Day Off - 'I'm here to restore your pluck 'cus I'm the nurse who likes to...'
Ha. Good memory, Alex! That's a great line.
DeleteI don't salute as good as used too.
ReplyDeleteSome things soften over time, Mike.
DeleteCondolences (for the wife).
Smiles.
Happy St. Patrick's Day, Robyn. BTW, have you seen your former governor, Arnold's, video to the Russia people? It's good!
ReplyDeleteReally, Jeff? No, but that's surprising. I'll find it.
DeleteHappy St. Patrick's Day to you, friend.
I didn't do any special cooking this year for St. Paddy's. We were out of town and it just didn't happen. Fun collage.
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I hope you enjoyed your out-of-town excursion nonetheless, Sandy. Perhaps you'll also enjoy others' cooking.
DeleteI don't feel as though I'm missing much - never liked corned beef much, and I'll pass on green beer.
Be well.
I'm right there with Mike above, unfortunately. But anyway, this was quite the eye-opening festive read for my early morning. Nice poetry, dear lady!
ReplyDeleteWhy thank you, BAF. I appreciate it. I am sorry for the...flaccid salutations as of late.
DeleteCheers.
Always a fun romp in the clover - good poem. My Irish luck wasn't there - had to get a temp crown at the dentist. Currently falling apart. And alas, not keen on Irish whiskey to knock me out. Ha!
ReplyDeleteOh, sorry for that misery, Joanne.
DeleteI hope you're backed to smiling now.
Look at that trampy Martha eying that guys sausage!
ReplyDeleteI know, right, Elizabeth? That trampy-cougar has good taste.
DeleteHa. Thanks for the giggles.