As I might have mentioned, The Sweet Irish Girl is visiting The House on the Hill. Today, I took her out for a Sunday Fun Day.
A camera crew followed us around, as usual, and I wanted to share some photos with you.
The Sweet Irish Girl is very shy, which might be evident in the photos of her…
I was able to charm The Sweet Irish Girl into being my date. Yes, it was just a ploy to stuff my face with bacon, but I still wanted her delightful company.
Yes, I ate like a man coming off a three week hunger strike. Yes, there was a lot of pork related items involved. Yes, my beautiful date marveled at how much I was able to eat while she just enjoyed an order of Eggs Benedict.
Were they smiling after we left? I’m not sure. What I do know for certain, however, is I was as giddy as a schoolboy after trying on this Star Wars jacket.
Am I wearing it as I type this?
Of course. You don’t need to be a Jedi to know that, Modern Philosophers!
After she saw these yard long boxes of chocolate, all her questions were answered.
Yes, they have chocolate in Ireland. However, they sell it by the meter. Stupid metrics…
Writer’s Note: The Sweet Irish Girl never asked about Americans being out of shape. I made it up because it made for funny blogging.
Why is it so good? Because I’m drinking it out of this Star Wars cup I bought at Walmart!
The Force is strong with this Snapple!
I bet the awesome Star Wars jacket gave me away, right? I told The Sweet Irish Girl I needed to buy more cold weather gear so I can continue to run over the winter. She helped me pick out a cool running jacket, and this incredibly creepy runner’s mask.
I feel like I should be making a ransom demand, but all want is for you to laugh at my blog and form a few Deep Though in the process.
That last cart seems to have pissed itself, judging from all the wet spots around it.
I was so embarrassed by the display of public drunkenness, but The Sweet Irish Girl laughed it off. Apparently, the streets of Dublin City Centre are littered with Leprechauns who passed out after a night of alcohol fueled debauchery.
Not as cool as the Star Wars one, but it kept me warm!
Writer’s note: That comment got me a kiss.
Oooo, it’s really painful calling this sport football, but I’m trying to woo a very specific audience with this one.
Don’t worry, Seamus, I’m just having the craic the you.
By the Moons of Endor, I’m starting to talk like her. Shite!
Writer’s Note: She chuckled at that, but I might be in trouble once you’re gone…
It was a fun, busy Sunday at The House on the Hill. Hope you all had a great day!