Happy Saint Patrick’s Day to you.
Isn’t it fun to have one day a year where we don’t have to make up an excuse to drink green beer and eat corned beef? Everyone is a wee bit Irish today.
This photo we took in Dublin answers an age-old question. Yes, even leprechauns read my blog while they should be working.
“Hmmm . . . I wonder what witty thing does Robin has to say today?”
🙂
Happy Easter, Maggie!
Say! That’s where my dad is!! Thanks for finding him. 😉
You are most welcome. I am good at finding wayward fathers.
Hey, how is your mom doing?
It looks like Mr. Leprechaun is about to hurl into his hat. (Not because he’s checking out your blog, mind you, but because of all that green alcohol.)
You never know . . . he could be getting ready to hurl because of my blog.
If this is a live shot, then the leprechaun is looking at himself looking at himself looking…heck, you get the idea!
If so, he is thinking, “I better go on the wagon . . . and a diet.”
Did you ask the Irish what they think of the way Americans celebrate St Patrick’s Day? It’s so overboard, it’s funny. Same thing with Cinquo de Mayo, where suddenly everyone is Mexican for one day! I love how people try to find a reason to justify their drinking when they could just, well, drink. 😉
Nope . . . didn’t think to ask the Irish what they think of our version of St. Patrick’s Day. They probably think, “Oh, those crazy Americans!”
I’m quite fond of Cinquo de Mayo as well. Love those margaritas, chips, and guacamole!
Haha, they probably say that, with a very strong Irish accent.
And a beer slur.
Haha, I almost said “and in a drunken voice”!
I forgot to celebrate St. Paddy’s yesterday. Getting forgetful, you see.
I agree your leprechaun is most definitely reading your post. He’s so obvious. First they’re reading over your shoulder and then…
It isn’t too late to have a pint and some corned beef and cabbage!
What a picture. ( and ElleDee’s comment may be on target) So ready to travel – and Ireland is definitely on the top of the list. (more pix sometime?)
EllaDee’s comment was perfect. It made me laugh out loud.
Ireland was delightful. We lucked out and had one day of rain out of the 14 days we were there. All the Irishmen/women were loving it and everyone was outside. You should have seen all the sunburned skin.
We do have great photos . . . I’ll try to work some more into other posts.
I have to admit that we didn’t eat corned beef or drink green beer yesterday. I feel as if I’ve not been true to my roots, but perhaps my ancestors will forgive me. I made Irish Soda Bread instead. Nothing says celebration quite like home-baked carbs with lots of butter + marmalade. At least it does when St. Paddy’s Day falls on a lazy Sunday.
That sounds yummy. One of our favorite things in Ireland was the homemade bread in the morning at the Bed and Breakfast inns where we stayed.
Eeerrrrrrppp! Now I feel better.
That is a first . . . someone burping a comment. Beer will do that to you.
It just looked like the little green guy had a pressure build up.
Yes it did. He feels much better now.
I know you were up on a table today. 🙂
How else does one celebrate St. Patrick’s Day?
He was hoping to catch you dancing on tables with a green lampshade to commemorate the day!
That is what I did right after taking the picture. I did an Irish jig and about toppled the table.
He looks gutted the last person walking by didn’t throw a few coins into his hat. To buy more corned beef, obviously 😉
Yes, right. More corned beef. Certainly not a pint.
“Damn, gold prices down again…” 😀
Ha! Perfect. That is exactly what he is thinking.
His hat is his pot of gold… he is just refilling it from others pockets..
I wonder how much he makes in a day by taking pictures with the tourists.
Priceless photo, Robin. Rarer than a four-leaf clover.
I actually made corned beef and cabbage today—for the first time ever—and my family actually liked it! So there’s a wee bit o’ luck, too.
I am a big fan of corned beef and cabbage, but this year I made Reuben sandwiches. Yum-o.
I wish I was there! Now they really celebrate!
And they don’t need St Patrick’s Day as an excuse to party. The pubs in Ireland were packed even at 3:00 in the afternoon on a Tuesday!
Maybe he got it mixed up and drank corned beer and ate green beef.
That sounds very unappetizing!
I’m one-quarter Irish, but I’m not a fan of corned beef. We were in DC last night for dinner and then saw the Chieftains in concert at the Kennedy Center. Lots of young folks out for pub crawls—some of them dressed not unlike your friend, there….
I’m one-quarter Irish too! The rest is Swedish. How was the concert? I bet it was a great thing to do on St. Patrick’s Day.
It was great! I still get moments where I think, “I’m in DC doing this amazing thing—how cool is that?” This was one of them. 🙂
And The Lincoln Center is a great venue for music and theater. My uncle was the stage manager for dozens of shows there . . .
Well, Lincoln is in New York. 😉 Kennedy is in DC. But both are great venues!
Oops! I meant Kennedy Center. Duh. Uncle Mitchell worked at both places.
He’s trying to count how many times he used one of your dreaded weak words in his last story…
Oh, drat. I was going to say something like that!
Ooh, I beat you to it by only a couple seconds!
I’m slow today. Late night in DC last night, and typing long replies on comments to yesterday’s post. 😉
Oh, you two. Thinking alike again, eh?
Are you in Ireland today?! Or is that from when you were there a few years ago?
From a few years ago . . . I wish I was in Ireland right now. I imagine the place is rockin’!
he is using is GPS to find the Pot O’ Gold.. you Irish are crazy blokes
Oh, is that what he is doing?
of course not– he is reading your words of wit and wisdom then he finds his gold
My words are like gold nuggets. Or lumps of coal. Not sure which.
I would take the coal because the lumps would keep me warm. 🙂
This is hilarious! Is that hat on the ground to collect money? What happened to his pot of gold? 😆
Yes. He poses for pictures with the tourists for a small fee. Or a pint. Your choice. But I think he prefers the pint.
He certainly looks like he prefers the pint 😀
I think you should get a pair of those shoes, Robin. You’d make such a fashion statement.
Those are my shoes. I let Mr. Leprechaun borrow them.
I was trying to say: Now THAT’S a big leprechaun! Fun shot, Robin!
I imagine his costume didn’t need any extra padding. Beer belly fueled by Irish Stout!
Now THAT’S