|May the road rise to meet ya and
your bowl be full o’kibble, says Euka.
Sam’s coming over today, says My Favorite Kid on his obligatory weekend phone call to his mama, And I’m making shepherd’s pie and boxty for her tonight. I don’t think I can handle making the soda bread so I had to buy that from the bakery. So what are you guys going to do for a St. Patty’s dinner?
You know you’re German, right? I said. On both sides. If there’s any Irish in your heritage, it’s a closely held family secret, mein kinder.
Ma, he says. Everybody’s Irish on St. Patrick’s Day. You know that.
He speaks the truth, my smart kid. And so to honor this bit o’the green that lives in all of us this fine holiday, we bring you the best I can manage this afternoon.
Photos of the dogs wearing head boppers.
|Good grief, is that a come hither look or what?
Kiss me, says Euka. What’s the Irish word for tart?
|Micron wants to know to say
I don’t wanna play this game in Gaelic.