Friday, March 07, 2008

It's Friday...

Pot Luck day here at the office. You all know how I feel about the potlucks. I did my appearance and left without incident.

It's snowing again and must be getting interesting out there because the radio keeps announcing cancellations. I don't except Gee will send us home.

Gearing up for St. Paddy's here are a few Irish toasts, enjoy and have a great weekend.

May your glass be ever full.
May the roof over your head be always strong.
And may you be in heaven half an hour before the devil knows you're dead.
Here's a toast to your enemies' enemies!
Here's to our husbands and boyfriends: May they never meet!
Saint Patrick was a gentleman,
Who through strategy and stealth,
Drove all the snakes from Ireland,
Here’s a toasting to his health.
But not too many toastings
Lest you lose yourself and then
Forget the good Saint Patrick
And see all those snakes again.
Here's to being single...
Drinking doubles...
And seeing triple!
May the hinges of our friendship never grow rusty.

1 comment:

Sleepy Scott said...

Who coined the term 'potluck' anyway? Is it that you'll be lucky not to feel ill after consuming somebody else's leftovers? Yuck!