My dad loves to talk about how we’re Irish…in fact, he has a killer Irish accent that he bursts into periodically (without any prompting whatsoever), and can drone on and on about our “forefathers” from the “motherland” for hours and hours…so, this weekend should have brought me lots of good luck…instead, it brought me strep throat :(. Ugg…honestly, my mom and I think it was probably elementary school since my last fever and round of antibiotics and we’re not sure if I’ve ever had strep throat…the joys of motherhood and all the kissing of germy kids I do…
Since I missed all of Friday, I was
stubborn determined to have a great Saturday night. We went to dinner at our favorite restaurant in Dallas, Patrizios. We sat outside, enjoyed the beautiful weather and I ate something! So much fun for this Irish clan.
Yes, my sweet hubby wearing a Red Sox shirt. He owns this shirt because he has been to Fenway Park before and of course, had to buy a shirt. He’s only wearing it today because…well…I’m pretty sure it was the only green shirt in his closet. None the less, he’s never looked sexier in my opinion :).
My two Irish lads…my dad and my son. With any luck, Papa Jay will teach him that awesome Irish accent soon.