Yet again that wee red-headed lad Daniel Quinn, our resident lephrechaun, struck our home on the eve of St. Patrick's Day leaving behind, alas!, not a gleaming pot-o-gold but a heap-o-mess for me to clean up. The green milk is his signature calling card; that's a dead give away. We know it was you Daniel. And don't try to give us any of your blarney!
2 comments:
Deon! That is so funny! I just have to say that I am so glad I know you! Hope we can still get together this week. Love ya!
This has got to stop. Next year we are setting a trap!
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