...and that clearly means I have nothing to say.
Except to Imladris: I do not appreciate the lovely little add-ons that you put on my shopping list. Perhaps if you spent less time reading stuff on my nightstand it wouldn't be so hilarious to you that yes, I buy deodorant (scandal!). I don't just go upstairs and borrow someone else's. And oh, my post last night was not riddled with grammatical errors. In fact, there were no grammatical errors and only two misspellings, which I think we can all agree is very good for me, who still has a problem spelling "definitely". (What? The spelling. It was never my thing. God bless her, my mother tried. It didn't work.)
Anything else? No? I'm writing a paper about the IRA. Very interesting. Absolutely crazy, batshit group. I freaking love it. I love that all the Irish-Americans totally loved them because hey! They're Irish! And they hate the British! So do we! Give us back our potatoes! even more.
When my mom was in Ireland in 1981 (or, looking back, Yeah, Probably a Good Thing You Didn't Go To the Beleek Factory Period) she was convinced that some distant relative they visited was a member of the IRA because they were weird and shady and perhaps showed up in a ski mask one day.
(I made that last part up, I don't know if he was wearing ski mask. But I doubt my grandmother would have noticed, what with all the Waterford there was to be purchased.)
I find that fascinating. I don't support them, but I really, really want a member of my family in a paramilitary organization.
You know, for street cred.
I'm not sure what street an IRA member gives you cred on, but hell, I want it.
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AHAHAHAHAHA. I completely forgot about the shopping list. I just saw it there, and I was like, "Hmmm, she seems to have forgotten a few things..."
I was just trying to be helpful, sassyface.
I would love to see this shopping list...Is it annotated like the boxes we have packed at Grandpa's?? Anyway, the relative was a shady character (but his baby boy was so cute - although he is now probably running arms himself...) but he did direct us to the family castle and thus we have those wonderful stones to remember our family's good times...what family would not want their own castle??? That trip was just the trip of a lifetime - it was such a wonderful few weeks and, yes, there was much waterford to be seen - and purchased (and now packed up...)
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