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Bingo! Bingo! Bingo! Thanks to the lovely people of Savannah, I had bingo before noon on St. Patrick’s Day.
Here are some highlights…
Luckily, this girl was inches away from some paramedics. (When we advised the paramedics of the fact that we were certain they would be carting off a fallen drunk fairly soon, they asked “Which one?”)
Now, I have to confess that the Mr and I left the St. Patrick’s Day celebration around 2:30 pm.m, because we were in Jacksonville until 8 a.m. that morning (the Mr’s aunt’s memorial service was Wednesday afternoon.) I feel certain that there was so much more to see throughout the day, and I’m sorry that we didn’t get it all.
However, I did get some ideas for next year’s game of Leprechaun Bingo, including…
Optimistic douchebags
Green fountains…
Also, this guy…
Take-my-picture guy’s friend, someone who has been growing a rat tail for two years (it’s dyed green, for St. Patrick’s Day, of course)…
One more thing I’ll have to add to the bingo card: someone you know, because even in a city far far away from my home, I ran into my cousin in the middle of the parade.
Here are some photos of folks playing Leprechaun Bingo elsewhere in the world:
The lady of Flynnsight (twitter handle @flynnsight)
The always hilarious VerbVixen (twitter handle @verbvixen)
And poor hateyouprobably, who had to work all day, but sent this as her entry for “guy not wearing any green” (twitter handle @hateyouprobably)
It’s not too late to send your Leprechaun Bingo photos; they’ll be celebrating in Savannah all weekend long. If you have pics to share, e-mail or tweet me, and I’ll add them to the post.
In which Winston is the least productive but best loved assistant I ever had.
It was raining cats and dogs and (apparently) spiders the other day, when this thing showed up on our back porch. Winston was the first to spot it, while I was the first to scream at it. It was so still for so long that the Mr and I actually thought it was dead. I even considered giving it half-hearted funeral after the storm passed. (Not really, I mostly considered making the Mr get that thing the heck off out of my sight as soon as the last drop of rain had fallen.)
But when the rain stopped and I went to check on the spider big enough to apply for its own driver’s license, it was gone. It was just like at the end of the horror movie when the surviving college co-eds burn, shoot, stab and pour acid on the masked villain, but as soon as the cops show up, the body disappears. And the killer–or in my case the spider–lives to make a sequel. I’m going to have nightmares for weeks.
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