Kiss me, I'm Otis!

'lo all! We were too busy drinking enjoying the out of doors that we forgot our Paddy's Day Post!

The sheppys were busy playing Fighting Irish dancing a lovely jig:

While I was busy supplying the tunes. Here is one of my faves because it has my name, Ms. Otis, and The Pogues:

Like their lead singer I have some awesomely gnarly teeth!

Slainte!

My Irish Eyes are Smiling!

We're getting ready for St. Paddy's Day! So exciting! It's an especially important holiday because we are Irish!


OK, we're not really Irish. And my ma ape informs me that having short legs and a salty attitude does not make me a leprechaun. But my ma ape used to live in Ireland.

OK, not really. She lived in Northern Ireland. And though she might have turned green a few times after late nights out, she is also not a leprechaun. But we do support America's first Irish President.

Haha! Get it! I thought of that joke a long time ago and look! They put it on a shirt!

Look! My Irish eye is smiling.


I hope we are stocking up on Guinness and corned beef for the big day! But I did uncover something verrrrrrry interesting...

Monday is ALSO my beguiling bud Stan's burpday. Do you think HE is a Saint? He is to me. I have been busy saving Wally smoocheroonies for the StanApe but she cannot have them until she finishes her master's. Because once she gets Wally smooches she will not be able to concentrate on anything else.

Anyway--I'm trying to send St. Stan a good Irish dinner with beef n' potatoes and Guinness but the envelope keeps leaking. I will have to think of something else...