Granted, I’m a few days early – but it is Wednesday. And Patricia is the feminine form of Patrick (that’s what the T in TCStream is for; just go with it); St. Patrick, of course is the pagan patron saint of this weekend’s holiday revelry.
Also, I’m Irish. KISS ME! (Ok fine – half Irish, but it totally still counts.)
Go n-eírí an bóthar leat.
May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
Wherever you go and whatever you do,
May the luck of the Irish be there with you.
Daylight Saving is the devil. Although I did get to sleep an extra “hour” because toddlers do not subscribe to this concept of random time changes. We really should learn from the innocent here. DOWN WITH DAYLIGHT SAVING. Don’t get me wrong, I love it being light when I leave the office at night – so why can’t we just pick a time and stick with it? Like Hawaii.
But at the very least, if you’re going to force these shenanigans upon us – can we at least have it stay light later? (I’m looking at you gloomy, rainy California!) A winecone at the clock!
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So far this week I have worked 24 hours and slept 5. What day is it?
Editor’s note: Again. Winecone at the clock. 1,440 winecones at the clock. I’m sure you’re probably aware of this – but you’re doing it wrong. I’m also prescribing a fluffy cone and large amounts of wine. That’ll take care of the lack of sleep right quick. Even if you’re *trying* to stay awake.
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Rage against the corporate philosophy (latent and subconscious philosophy) of promoting to ineffectivity.
Editor’s note: So basically I hear you saying we should stop promoting people until just past the point of incompetence? At least that precise point that makes you want hurl heavy objects in an effort to deflate heads full of hot air or stab yourself with a pointy winecone. One of those.
To change the game up a bit, I’d like to request a kiss from all of you. KISS ME! I’M IRISH! Because you know what they say, when Irish eyes are smiling… I’ll be wearing green on Saturday. Will you?
*Leave your Winecones in the comments or email us at anervousticmotion1@gmail.com or tricia@streamoftheconscious.com and we’ll add yours next week!
Happy St. Patty’s Day! Daylight Saving Time is a b**ch, isn’t it? And by the way, that word was beach, for anyone curious.
Here’s something to cheer you up. Funniest article I’ve read in a long time! A smackaroo to writer Julieanne Smolinski, who brings me to tears with each and every article she writes!
http://www.xojane.com/fun/put-quarter-jar-julieanne-week-i-tried-stop-swearing-so-much
I would love to kick Daylight Savings Time right in the nuts. Whoever came up with the idea must not have had kids.
I’d like to give a gigantic smackaroo to the nurses who took such great care of my little girl during a very scary week. MWAH!! Also a big smackaroo to my hubby for keeping his cool when I was frantic.