get balloons for, decorate, cook, or bake for.
Once, I used to believe that I was Irish until
my genealogy proved that I was not Irish but, in fact, Scottish.
Although I am not Irish, I still celebrate St. Patrick's Day.
Also, I have two red-headed children, so it seems fitting to participate.
Since yesterday was St. Patrick's Day, of course, the
Nielson household was prepared. We all wore our green, and in the evening
I cooked and prepared our traditional Irish cabbage stew
and Irish Soda Bread (sans raisins).
I missed Mr. Nielson tonight at our dinner; he is still at the ranch
with his heifers. But we all know I am his one and only heifer.
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