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Brain Dead

Not quite; however, yesterday was Saint Paddy’s Day so that’s my excuse. I’d forgotten to wear my green…duh, so my friend and PJ’s Pub bartender Rob gave me a gorgeous neon glowing button to broadcast my Irish shenanigans to an unknowing public. Of course there was the lime in my vodka and tonic too, so I was well equip to become an O’Mally, or O’Riely, or Oh just about anything as the afternoon progressed. Many limes later, we moved on again in the spirit of green we watched Robin Hood, while smoking tiny green leaves.

How many limes?

Only three to be exact, but Rob makes a pretty mean drink. Thus we trooped out of there on foot to reqroup, reposition, remake ourselves into a most presentable roving Irish band bound for the pot-o-gold.

What else is going on?

Scrounging around in my brain for the Tuesday Too questions, which I’ll post around 5:00 am tomorrow. I just can’t do that stay up till midnight thing; I’m such a morning person.

“Laughter is the shortest distance between two people.”

–Victor Borge

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