I’m just wee bit Irish. Or a wee lot bit Irish.
I have grown up hearing stories of the “old country”. I wish I could say I dreamed of visiting all the time and I did dream but I never in the my wildest dreams thought I would.
In short I am. I am short but that isn’t what I meant. I am going to Ireland. My passport is applied for and my tickets are ordered.
I’ve been pondering things I could bring back as gifts for those nearest and dearest. Yesterday I was pondering something I could bring my Bible study ladies. If only Ireland made chocolate, like Dutch chocolate or German chocolate, only Irish. I could bring a bag of potatoes but really how are we going to indulge in potatoes at Bible study?
Then I hit pay dirt. I’ll take some Irish whiskey and we’ll pass the bottle around and all have a sip.
Or maybe not.