Comments on: Morning Dismay

By: Pat

Pat — Tue, 11 Mar 2008 15:43:09 +0000

Good idea to turn your lost comment on HQ’s? into a post. Come on then.
I will tell you when it’s a definite arrangement – don’t want to jinx it. One’s a girl and one’s a man – with separate blogs.

By: problemchildbride

problemchildbride — Tue, 11 Mar 2008 05:05:52 +0000

Editr, I think you meant what I meant in my reply to Manuel, n’est-ce pas? The first breeze and all?

By: problemchildbride

problemchildbride — Tue, 11 Mar 2008 05:04:09 +0000

Mary, I have a distinct memory of putting a daisy ‘n’ dandelion stew out for our fairies in Lewis! I do! Me and pal Rachael from down the road it was and while I think it was less fairies and more pixies we wanted to feed, I definitely remember the daisy and dandelion stew. They need something hearty and nourishing up there, poor wee wind-blighted sods. I think we put cream-soda in that stew.

Devin, all we need to do is tell Kara about their dishy-dashy shoes and she’ll be down from Oregon like a shot to capture them. Which she will. She’s very determined about shoes.

John Mc, I’ve always suspected Richard Branson of being a leprechaun, outcast when he grew too tall. Rupert Murdoch is definitely one.

Manuel, I bet it was the cat that ate the leprechaun. If this was Shakespeare that’s what would have happened for sure. maybe there were a few molecules of leprechaun in the noxious gas she puffed at me this morning.

Ovrnighteditr, hello. Thanks for coming and around and commenting. So many don’t you know In fact almost the entire world doesn’t. Think of yourself as a trend-bucker.

By: ovrnighteditr

ovrnighteditr — Tue, 11 Mar 2008 01:06:17 +0000

And, carried just audibly on that first sighing breeze, the lilting echo of a leprechaun’s laugh…

By: manuel

manuel — Mon, 10 Mar 2008 22:35:52 +0000

cats know you know…….they know everything…..

By: John Mc

John Mc — Mon, 10 Mar 2008 21:21:24 +0000

Leprechauns long ago stopped taking cash and set up their own hedge fund, (it seemed a natural fit given their living arrangements). The made a fortune shorting oil and converted the pots of gold to offshore accounts in the Bahamas. Rumor has it they funded both sides in the recent round of internecine fighting among the faeries.

By: Devin

Devin — Mon, 10 Mar 2008 20:52:29 +0000

I think the issue is the amount of bait.These are leprechauns after all and I hear they’ll not put on their dishy-dashy shoes with the big buckleds for a trap baited with anything less than a 50 euro note.

By: Mary Witzl

Mary Witzl — Mon, 10 Mar 2008 19:52:07 +0000

When I was little, I had an aunt who put milk out in the garden for the fairies. She really did this; I remember trying to wait up once in hopes that I would get to see them lapping it up.

Getting back from a holiday is no fun, leprechauns or no. The last thing you need is a cat farting in your face! Mine does this too (why must cats always present their backsides to a person, anyway?), but then I haven’t gone on a trip lately, so I can just about take it.

Hope the gastric flu is all gone!

By: problemchildbride

problemchildbride — Mon, 10 Mar 2008 03:18:25 +0000

Rand, bleurgh! That is deeply, deeply horrid.

Vincent, it was sweet for sure but we’re nowhere – we don’t stand a chance.

Bock, that’s a pity, you stood a better chance overall than we did.

Freelanceguru, I look upon the whole exercise as an important lesson in accepting life’s disappointments. Their kindergarten teacher is great. She does this thing every year when she comes in and takes a green cookie without asking and the children all tell her she’s broken a leprechaun law. Then the other teacher comes in and says that the punishment is that the wee folk will turn your foot green. The teacher mugs shock, takes her shoe off and reveals a green foot. The children are either delighted or bored and jaded (ho) according to how many hours they spend in front of Transformers on the telly.

Pat, oooh who? I’m greedy for more blogmeets now I’m afraid. Not much chance though for the foreseeable. Who? Who??!

Kim, well there goes my valuable lesson in disappointment plan. I might try that. I was weakening anyway at the sight of such glum faces every morning – they were putting me right off my breakfast, so they were, and that’s just not on.

Caro, crock futures, it’s where it’s at, baby.

By: Caro

Caro — Sun, 09 Mar 2008 13:25:09 +0000

You’ll never catch them with a euro. They all invested their crocks of gold wisely at the start of the Celtic Tiger boom and are living off the interest.