I never really thought of myself a complete moron
before, but when I think of how last week I skipped into a stationary shop to
buy a scrapbook in which to preserve this year’s holiday memories, I have to
consider it might be the case.
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Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Friday, July 6, 2012
Don't pay the ferryman
“Who put Cork
on this?”
I knew it. I
knew I shouldn’t have done it. My husband was hunched over the laptop pricing
ferries, tents, flights, car rental and roof racks and beside him sat our eight
year old “helping”, with an outline map of Ireland. He had asked me to put dots
where Dublin, Kerry and Cork were located so he could assist with the journey
plan. His Dad looked over his shoulder and looked at Cork. I had to own up.
“For god’s sake Lucy, that’s where Limerick
is.”
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