Precious Peeps it’s PITS PERFECT here to propel you into the weekend.
I am feeling the loss of Granny.
She’s not a bad old wrinkly and does much better walks than Dad.
Grandpa is doing his best to comfort me and the stinking grey Gizz in her absence but not even a bucket load of milk bones can make up for the lack of trots.
She is having a ball in Belfast with Auntie Carol going to thrift stores and such. Yesterday she filled a bag with clothes for a pound. You can’t beat that anywhere.
I can’t wait to see her fake leather trousers that were the part of her haul.
Put a big smile on her face. What I need now is something to make me feel so happy.
You would think that if you were about to traverse the Atlantic you’d be keen to pack in as much sleep as possible in preparation.
No way!
My Sunday siesta was abruptly cut short when Ma started watching the Masters live from Augusta.
She, along with every other Northern Irish person not to mention a gazillion others like myself who claim Irish origin were roaring for Rory.
Oh my those first holes were hard to watch!
There are only so many cookies you can crunch to keep the nerves at bay especially those that contain no milk, egg, chocolate or other lubricants.
So slowly we migrated to the peanuts after all this was streaming live from Georgia. Later in the day she was driven to drink and took to the beer.
The screaming from Ma was nothing short of scary especially at the 11th and then the terror of the 13th! Could it be La Vie en ROSE but Rory turned around at the 15th!
Finally after the birdie by Rose at the 18th and the playoff Rory brought it home and with it a whole new meaning to “the wearing of the GREEN”!!!