Top of the morning to you

When I was in school, everyone who didn’t wear green on St. Patrick’s Day got pinched. Wonder if that still happens?

I am married to an Irishman. I have raised Irish children. I’ve cooked their food and taken their blarney. Why? Because they are the most loveable and charming rogues. For heaven’s sake, their eyes actually twinkle. No I am of the more practical German heritage. You might imagine my loved ones seem like aliens to me sometimes. Their funny dispositions and crooked smiles never fail to make me all gooey and loving and well, happy.

I will kiss my own leprechauns and have a lucky day,

Ruth