Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Wearin' O' the Green
I must confess that I left the house today without wearing green of any kind. I did not carry a shillelagh in honor of St. Patrick driving the snakes out of Ireland, but I did have a Colt .45 Officer's Model semi-automatic handgun in my waistband (do I get points for the thought that counts?). I do own a cudgel/shillelagh, a stout branch cut from a blackthorn tree and hope the faerie folk will excuse the harvest so many years ago. I will be posting a story about leprechauns on my other blog (Virtual Mirage), later on today.
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3 comments:
hah good thing my eyes are green so i had no worries.
I had Griffin in a green onsie and then he spit up on it...I tried!
I forgot the green too.
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