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The luck of the Irish

By Linda Petersen
Posted 3/22/17

Last Friday was full of shenanigans for me. My hair had grown to an unruly length because fitting in a haircut was not in my busy schedule. The bangs were hanging down into my eyes and the sides refused to curl properly with my curling iron. Aggravated

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The luck of the Irish

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Last Friday was full of shenanigans for me. My hair had grown to an unruly length because fitting in a haircut was not in my busy schedule. The bangs were hanging down into my eyes and the sides refused to curl properly with my curling iron. Aggravated by the distraction in my eyes, I desperately grabbed a pair of kitchen sheers to “trim” it. Lop lop lop went the scissors, and my bangs were shorter. They were uneven, but at least they would no longer bother my eyes. Lop lop lop the scissors went on the sides. Definitely uneven, but weren’t uneven haircuts in fashion?

Green is not a good color on me, but in the spirit of the day, I dragged out a green and tan sweater from last year. I found it more difficult to put on than I remembered, squishing my head through the top, juggling my arms through the sleeves, and wiggling it down my body. That darn dryer must have shrunk it, I thought, as I looked in the mirror and saw that it was at least 2 sizes too small. (No consideration, however, that it might not have shrunk, but I might have gained weight.) Stupid sweater, I didn’t like it anyway! I met the wearing of green tradition by finding a green scarf in my drawer, and draping it around my neck.

I then looked for a pair of eyeglasses to wear. Both hubby and I now need reading glasses, and there are generally a few in each room. However, on this St. Patrick’s Day, the leprechauns must have hid them because I could only find a man’s black pair. One of the lenses kept popping out, which was very aggravating. A dab of super glue would do the trick. Alas, no Super Glue was to be found. I had to pop the lens back in, clean them to get my fingerprints off from putting the lens in, and the lens would pop out again. It was a vicious cycle, so I chose to just squint for the day!

Every single red light taunted me on the drive to work. I’d no sooner get moving for one then get stopped by another, making me late for work. It made the round-a-bouts in Apponaug look inviting, (and I didn’t think I’d ever say that!)

I was thankful for a busy day at work, where the walls were decorated with shamrocks and the staff was decorated in green. It was a little suspicious, however, that only MY green shamrock, that was supposed to be hanging on the office wall, kept falling to the ground and getting trampled. No amount of tape would secure it in its spot.

Driving home from work, I looked forward to a relaxing evening watching favorite shows on Netflix with Hubby. However, the cable was out…and we were stuck watching videos of CSI. Although I love that show, watching murders and autopsies were not my relaxing plans for the evening. Alas, if only I were Irish and destined to have good luck on this day. Luck was saved for the people of the proper ancestry, not me.

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