Wednesday, March 17, 2010
How to trap a Leprachaun...Will style.
When I grew up there was no setting Leprachaun traps, no money in the shoe, no gold coins being left for good little kids. There was Corned beef and cabbage and you were just proud to be Irish. I'm not making Corned beef and cabbage. I hate it and it smells. We're not big meat eaters here anyway...once every few weeks I'll make meatballs or a roast or something. I am going to make beef stew I guess and maybe if I'm feeling energetic, I'll make green eggs in the morning. I don't think I even own one article of green clothing.
I had never even heard of trapping Leprachauns until I met my friend Kathy Z. Apparently at her house the little leprachaun comes the night before St. Patricks day and makes a mess of their house...things like turning over chairs, throwing things on the floor. Listen, I don't need a tiny little green man to come make more of a mess in my house than there already is. But Kathy is a clean freak so this is probably the one time a year her house is a mess. Her kids spend weeks building traps to try and catch the little bugger. And, ever since my kids heard that they had a leprachaun visit..well we now have to have him here too.
So, the shoes are set out by the fireplace tonight waiting for little St. Pat. (I'm assuming that's what his name is..) The kids are sleeping with visions of gold coins dancing in their heads. (the store was all out of them so it's Gummi Bears instead). Happy St. Patricks Day.
* There are good ships, and there are wood ships, the ships that sail the sea.
But the best ships are friendships, and may they always be.