Irish Potatoes

If a man who cannot count finds a four-leaf clover, is he lucky? ~Stanislaw J. Lec

My married name sounds very, very, very Irish so every St. Patrick’s Day I go through tons of Irish crap. After 11 years of marriage you would think I’d be used to it. No, I still find it very irritating but we are talking about me and I find most things irritating.

I’ve stopped explaining though. Oh, I used to go through the explanation of why Dude’s last name sounds Irish, is Irish for 99% of the population but isn’t Irish for him. His grandfather came from Czechoslovakia on a boat and through Ellis Island. His last name was so long and hard to pronounce that they shortened it which in turn made it Irish. No one in Dude’s family looks remotely Irish. His mother was Hungarian. Can you say “Slavic” and olive skin tones?

On the other hand my great, great, great grandmother’s name was Lottie Luckenbill (that would be on my mother’s side…so Sister D won’t get confused). I kid you not. That’s just a wee bit Irish. But then I’m also Polish so let us not go there.

Then we have this craziness going on in our house. Teenie is convinced that she has to trap a leprechaun or at least house him for the night when he comes to visit. I asked her where she got the idea that leprechauns visit the homes of people during the middle of the night she told me it’s just an experiment. According to her one of her friend’s homes was trashed this morning when she woke up…by a leprechaun.

I’m of the thought that it’s a drunk parent?

So, am I supposed to trash my already cluttered, messy home? How the hell will anyone know if a leprechaun was actually here??? What kind of thing does a leprechaun leave behind? It’s not as if we are talking about Santa, the Easter Bunny or the Tooth Fairy.

Leave it to a kid of mine who is 50% Slavic, 25% German, 12.5% Polish…it the Polish part…that’s what it is…and 12.5% Irish to think that a leprechaun is coming to visit while she sleeps.

 The only thing I find remotely joyful about this holiday is the Irish Potatoes…even if they threaten to make my ass bigger.  And of course there is lots of joy to be had for Tense’s birthday!!! Happy, happy birthday!

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