2009! 57 years ago in April I was a 2# squealing baby boy. Got a wonderful tan in an incubator. Made friends with plastic tubing, needles and tape. All of which I have zero recollection. I've been well watered and fertilized over the years, and grown quite ripe. Plastic tubing, needles and tape are catalysts for flashbacks without the buzz. Enjoy!
20 comments:
Is it your round or mine (stupid question)?
My deletion, Pat!
Messed up on my words!
I love this toast!
Wonderful!
Thank you!
Here is one for you!
May your heart be light and happy...
may your smile be big and wide...
and may your pockets always have
a tinkle of gold inside!
Happy St. Pat's!
I like!
Where's the butter, wrong kind of toast? When my Guinness is ful of stars I know someone's either nicked the roof or it's time to go home
lovely, pat!
cheers
I like it!
I love "may all your blues be skies!" Such a simple line, but reverberates!
Yes, I especially liked that first line.
I love this one, the first line is great. I will think of this next time I'm down.
thanks
Aye!
this is beautiful
I love this one. I could read it over and over and it would not lose its charm.
Thanks for those stars, pat!
wow, a good Irish blessing/toast.
You know this Irish lass loved it.
My wish for you this month.
good one Pat...
Pat!!! Oh my! This is my favorite of yours...and the red tack.
A good one! There's power in it!
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