Dear Lads and Colleens,
Lá Fhéile Pádraig Sona Duit! (Happy
St. Patrick's Day)
You're never too old for some good advice. Recently, P. Michael (a
very long time friend) and I were out having a few pints when P.
M. noticed time had gotten away from him, and it was well past the
hour he was due home.
"Damn, I'm in trouble," P. M. expressed. "I can never manage to
sneak in without waking Amy. I coast into the driveway, slip around
to the back door, and remove my shoes. I undress downstairs and tip
toe up to our room and slip into bed, but she always awakens and
gives me grief."
"No no no" I replied. "You need to do it like your Irish
ancestors! I screech into the drive, and enter through the front
door slamming it behind me. I stomp up the stairs, plop down on the
bed, throw down my boots, and burp. Then I raise the covers, slap my
girl on the ass, and ask her if she wants to make love."
Noticeably excited P. M. exclaimed, "that works?"
"Damn right," I responded, and after a short pause continued, "she
pretends she's asleep."
As the Irish say...
May you always have these blessings.
A soft breeze when summer comes.
A warm fireside in winter.
And always - the warm, soft smile of a friend.
Erin go Bragh!
Gra,
Gary
Special thanks to my brother, P. M., for graciously allowing me to steal his story and make it my own.
All
my love to him and his kin.