Grumpy is GOOD!

There's a third possibility ... insane.


Before I take your word for that, I'll need to see your Grump Certificate ...

This is a hat similar to the one a close friend gave me. I got it the old fashioned way; I earned it by reputation! I didn't have to buy it. That's my certificate!

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Oh, St. Patty's Day ... sure, an' begorrah ... I've kissed me share o' blarney stones 'n' be havin' th' gift o' tongue.

... at least, that's what all th' lassies say.

Ahh...the lassies...they'll say some magical stuff with enough green beer en their bellies! :drinking: Reminds me, I have to get buy some corned beef and cabbage for our annual St. Patrick's Day dinner. ;)
 
Ahh...the lassies...they'll say some magical stuff with enough green beer en their bellies! :drinking: Reminds me, I have to get buy some corned beef and cabbage for our annual St. Patrick's Day dinner. ;)

I never went for green beer ... somehow it just seemed so wrong on so many levels. Now the corned beef and cabbage - when I was a wee lad growing up in the honorable city of Yonkers, NY I used to tag along (actually, get dragged along) with my Mum to Getty Square, the business center of that fair town. She'd do her shopping at the German butcher, pick up cigarettes and cigars for my Dad at the Italian tobacco shop, play the numbers for my aunt at the Polish newsstand, we'd visit the Jewish-run hobby shop for my slot cars and plastic models, and finally we'd go to the Irish "pub" for lunch. I can't remember the name of it off-hand - it probably started with an "O'-" something ...

I still have occasional flash-backs to the smells of that place: the steam that rose from the serving table, the smell of corned beef and cabbage and slightly-sour beer, the sweet, cloying smell of the whiskey and the mouth-watering taste of beef stew. People were, as I recall, HAPPY there; there were no fights, no long faces, no ranting or raving. It was the kind of place where a kid like me, five years old, could wander around by himself and not be in any danger at all. The staff were all smiles, all the time.

... I think where that pub used to stand is now a Korean-owned dollar store. :(
 


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