No “kiss me. I’m Irish.” Maybe next year.
And may the rise of the road not be a cliff.
I hope he’s not talking about an earthquake.
I’m green with envy about your optimism.
Irish I didn’t have to wear this mask…
After the road rises up to meet me, I get back up and nurse my hurt nose.
May the leprechauns dance over your bed and bring you sweet dreams.
Isn’t that what happens when you fall on your face?
Yeah, that thing about “May the road rise to meet you” I always took as a face plant after too much spirit.
Top of the morning, best of the afternoon and a wee bit of evening to you all.
After about 10-12 of those, that road will rise up and smack the heck out of you.