Well I hope you had a good Saint Patrick’s day because I didn’t.
Ma was up making soup and deviled eggs before dawn for her What the Saint Ate tasting menu at the tearoom and hadn’t even time to take me for a trot.
That was left to the brother who swung me round the yard twice and went home to make his breakfast.
Ma continued to fuss and fluster in the kitchen for the next hour and then took off.
She returned as please as her patrons but exhausted having washed more dishes than most humans use in a month. Tasting menus take a toll on the tableware.
She did bring us some little leftover nibbles but they weren’t nearly enough for the bro so he went and got us all pizza.
Ma ate a slice of it and succumbed to slumber.
So much for corn beef and cabbage. It’s all a myth I suppose!
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