Well, looky-see what came to me,
a vision of purple from St. Patty.
a vision of purple from St. Patty.
These johnny-jump-ups are very first flowers in our yard, and a most welcome site this evening.
"Boo" and "Hiss" to the doctors in the big city far away who changed my grandma's appointment from 8:30 to 11:30 without notifying us. We were finally seen at 1:00, and didn't get home until after 3:00. Too long a day for my grandma, and for me, too.
Pass the green (labeled) beer, please. I need it!
By the way, we have a batch of IPA home-brew fermenting in the closet even as we speak. I can't wait to taste it. If the smell is anything to go by, this is our best batch yet! For now, pass the Broken-Halo.
Cheers to St. Patrick! This round is on me!
