The Luck of the Irish

     I’m not Irish nor did I do any celebrating of St. Patrick’s Day yesterday.  I wish I would have been in Milwaukee for the only parade I know of where people throw beef sticks and pickles at you during a parade.  Usingers Sausages are quite nummy when you’re butt is numb from sitting on the sidewalk freezing to death as you watch leprechauns go by. 

     Speaking of leprechauns…  I was hoping a leprechaun would write my blog for me today, but since it’s almost 2:00pm, I don’t think that is going to happen.  Here I am, no pot of gold, no rainbow and barely any new snow. 

     We were suppose to get 4-6 inches and all we got was probably a measley inch.  I don’t know why we can’t get more of the white stuff.  I’m fine with having the wet snow fall, keep it coming.  Mother Nature would prefer to punish others who are ready to be done with winter than reward me, bah humbug.  Oops, wrong holiday.

     Anyway, hope your leprechaun brought you luck even though I don’t think that’s what they do.  See?  I’m not irish but I do feel like eating a beef stick about now…