Aye, and twas a wee strange day. Whilst my kith and kin lounged in the sunnier climes of San Diego, this lone wanderer was off to continue to fight the good fight in the harsher climes of the High Desert. Sure, and twas a day when Gwydion practiced his tricky arts. Mighty winds stirring the sands and buffeting the car harsher than the gales that blow in the whaling lanes of Greenland. Parents becoming will o wisps and not showing to their scheduled meetings. And come the eve, nary a place for this weary wanderer to refresh his thirst and spirit that bore the mark of the good St. Patrick. But, all was for good. Refreshed and ready to care for da Boyeez. Sure, and Wednesday can not come soon enough. (Cue: Flogging Molly- If I Ever Leave This World Alive.)
Posted on: Tue, 18 Mar 2014 02:56:00 +0000
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