Irish Toast-[to be used at dinner]-'May your neighbor's respect you, troubles neglect you, the angels protect you and Heaven accept you!' Another St. Patrick's day, where has the year gone? I know, this is a typical whine of the elderly. It does seem that time is speeding up though and just as I'm slowing down. It doesn't seem fair somehow. Things are pretty quiet on the Doyle front. I need to go shopping today-compete with Irish t-shirt and green beret. Oh well, if people don't stare at you-dressed for a holiday-when will they? I am also old enough now that I don't really care. Yes oh yes, I WILL wear a red hat and purple dress. Nothing like the freedom of age to thumb your nose at the world and say, 'frankly my dear, I don't give a damn!'
Mar 17, 2011
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Go Mom!
: )
Sunday, March 20, 2011 9:26 PM:
Hey Mom, I really did try to call you like five minutes ago.
I can't find the phone. I should know better... a rare occasion where I actually WANT to use the phone and I can't find it.
The universe certainly has a sense of humor.
I hope your nerves get feeling better... both physically and figuratively speaking. ; )
Love you.
BDoyle
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