Happy St. Patrick's Day. Did you know that there are truly no snakes native to Ireland? Aye, tis true. There never were any to banish. Perhaps Patrick's were allegorical snakes.
It's another bright, sunny day here in Central Texas. I love it! So why am I so miserable? They lifted the burn ban and everyone has decided to burn piles of brush that have been waiting for six months or more. What's in the piles of brush? Ragweed, ragweed is in the brush. There is a bit of cedar in the brush, too. Oh, and there is a LOT of Johnson grass. Argh. So I'm going to try to work today between wiping the tears from my eyes. I wish I could say they were tears of joy but, alas, they are just tears from my stinking allergies! ARGH! I'm off in search of beads for a quickie.
Pionta Guinness, le do thoil!! Slán agus beannacht leat!
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