Yeah, I know. It’s St. Patrick’s Day!
No fat leprechaun can down the chimney with a bag of toys… or green beer.
No presents to unwrap.
But wait… there is always a way to celebrate any time any day.
Our Waffle House!
This is my W.H. on US 441 in Banks Crossing (now known as Commerce.)
The first thing I asked for was did they have green coffee?
Nope! As you can see, I stared out with my usual cup of back coffee.
However the WH waitresses were too busy to be messing with me this morning… as you can tell by the plates lined up and the ladies waiting to call out orders.
Anyshamrock, regardless of not having a fat leprechaun breaking and entering my humble abode, nor the lack of any presents to open… Judy and I still got in the spirit of the day.
We both had on our best Irish attire. Judy's has a bow-tie with a formal white shirt under a green blazer. I have on my tux with Irish buttons of the lapels... cause I am cool that way.
I wanted to wear a button off my belt buckle that said, “Kiss Me – I’m Irish, too!”
But my long suffering Judy nixed the idea… Oh, I could have worn the button, just not when she is with me.
She has no since of humor when it comes to me trying to get an extra special Irish Kiss on me own wee leprechaun. I guess wives are like that.
Then to further celebrate, we went home and worked in the yard, building a couple of sheds to store lawn mowers and tools and free up some garage space. Now I feel like I have a hangover and didn’t even get my first green beer.
It’s a mortal sin, I tell ya.