Nothing to do with Notre Dame football.
Just check out Grandad’s blog the past few days, and tell me is “luck of the Irish” real luck or another sarcastic remark that goes over my head?
- Monday: The only problem we had there was wasps. They were f*cking HUGE. I’m talking about the 747s of the wasp world here. There was a fig tree by the patio and they loved that, so there were always plenty around.
- Sunday: I just upgraded my blog. I’m getting really good at this!! But the upgrade f*cked up my site.
- Sunday: Even God is against me. He’s pissing on me. I was standing at the kitchen window, waiting for the kettle to boil, when there was a bang that made me jump, and made Sandy scurry for cover.
- Friday: So he poked me and prodded me and we talked about this and that. He listened to various parts of me, but not what I was saying. I’m used to that.