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Happy St. Patty's day to all. (I can't believe there are no snakes in Ireland.)
So I get up this morning with my get-up of green sweater, green jacket, and green shoes. Green is suppose to be good luck, right? or am I thinking of pot-o-gold and four leaf clovers? Whatever, so I have on my green get-up and I'm sprinting to catch the train when I trip on a break in the sidewalk, launch myself 5 feet in the air, and fall face first into the concrete. To make a long and embarrassing story shorter, I tried in vain to save my almond croissant (hot and toasty) from falling out of my hand, missed the train, limped back home to clean up the blood (can't believe I'm all bruised and cut up right before my vacation), called the boss to inform I would be late to our meeting (trying not to cry), and then ate the now cold and dirty almond croissant. So much for luck of the Irish. Is this because I don't drink beer?
A year ago, my sister Jen and I were sunning it up in Bermuda. Other than the near death experience with the out of control scooter, we had a Fantastic time. Sooo excited about going home to see her and of course, we love Vegas. I've packed a suitcase full of cute outfits (no sweats!) that I can't wait to wear:) See you guys next week!
Happy St. Patty's day to all. (I can't believe there are no snakes in Ireland.)
So I get up this morning with my get-up of green sweater, green jacket, and green shoes. Green is suppose to be good luck, right? or am I thinking of pot-o-gold and four leaf clovers? Whatever, so I have on my green get-up and I'm sprinting to catch the train when I trip on a break in the sidewalk, launch myself 5 feet in the air, and fall face first into the concrete. To make a long and embarrassing story shorter, I tried in vain to save my almond croissant (hot and toasty) from falling out of my hand, missed the train, limped back home to clean up the blood (can't believe I'm all bruised and cut up right before my vacation), called the boss to inform I would be late to our meeting (trying not to cry), and then ate the now cold and dirty almond croissant. So much for luck of the Irish. Is this because I don't drink beer?
A year ago, my sister Jen and I were sunning it up in Bermuda. Other than the near death experience with the out of control scooter, we had a Fantastic time. Sooo excited about going home to see her and of course, we love Vegas. I've packed a suitcase full of cute outfits (no sweats!) that I can't wait to wear:) See you guys next week!
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