These days, I can’t let my so called human daddy go anywhere. He *always* gets into some type of trouble. St. Patrick’s Day is March 17th. Dad, the ever loving-gotta-have-some-fun with the holiday, went out on a mission to find some
Now, my dad is part Irish so he thinks this holiday is made for him – snorts
Today, dad found a drinking buddy. This little guy that dad named O’Donnell sits on his shoulder so that he doesn’t have to drink alone. And when dad does start to drink, not only does he have a drinking buddy but I’m sure after a few, O’Donnell will even start to talk to him – snorticles. Good grief.
And just a note. With dad being part Irish, he once grew a mustache and beard. You guessed it. It was redder than O’Donnell’s beard. He was going to grow one for St. Patrick’s Day but mom said absolutely not. Dad replied by telling mommy, “You’re not the boss of me.” Well, you see who won that argument – snorts.
But never fear, even with dad’s Irish roots he doesn’t even drink alcohol. I guess mom will change the color of his sweet tea to green with a little green dye. That should make him merry just the same!