You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better. ~ Anne Lamott

Monday, December 5, 2011

Lord 'Tunderin' Jaysus Christ B'ye

So there is this wee tiny part of me that is Irish and I get a bit sentimental when I hear the accent or see pictures of rolling hills and valleys separated by stone fences.

I love most things Irish.  I love soda bread and barley soup.  I like my colcannon made with cabbage, not kale ,and it is spelled faeries, not fairies.  I like reading about Michael Collins and listening to U2 and The Commitments.  I cannot drink anymore and I miss Guinness.  A properly drawn pint of Guiness that is, not the shite in a bottle.  So.  Wrong.

So when something "Oirish" comes along, I cringe.  This gem landed on my Facebook wall:


I can't even.

PS: Westlife called.  Kian wants his hair back.