I drink to your health when I'm with you,
I drink to your health when I'm alone,
I drink to your health so often,
I'm starting to worry about my own!
I drink to your health when I'm alone,
I drink to your health so often,
I'm starting to worry about my own!
I cannot begin to express my sadness for being in this desert climate and not back in good old Savannah, Ga on this fine St. Patrick's day.
Do they even serve green beer in El Paso?
As I weep, I shall toast to thee.
My St. Pats scarf : here
Erin go bragh, my fellow lovely Irish gypsy!
ReplyDeleteErin go bragh, friend. Wish I could have went on post with ya today. My plans were canceled at the last minute. boo.
DeleteCheers!! Awesome post!
ReplyDeleteI felt the same way. I woke up around 8 that day & thought...geez, if I were in Savannah, I'd be drunk by now. That's no way to start a morning. LOL miss you friend :)
ReplyDeleteMiss you too! Someday we will greet the sun with a toast to St. Pat again.
Deleteah.. memories.