A St. Patrick's Day that will never be forgotten. It's the primary reason shy away from drinking on St. Patrick's Day. And the primary reason I no longer get into cars with monks.
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posted by Dixie at 9:46 PM
Can a woman from Mississippi meet and marry a German quadriplegic, move there without first knowing the language, leave behind all she's known and loved and be forced to live without Hellmann's mayonnaise, stores open on Sundays, southern accents, magnolias, and her beloved family and friends nearby? Sure. Is it easy? Not really. Is it worth it? Most definitely.
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3Comments:
Somehow I managed to miss reading this post last year. I am glad to have gotten the chance to read it today. I hope you St Patty's day is less colorful!
Oh my! That's quite a doozy :) Not many can top that.
You've gotta come see me in Belleville so we can find that road. I have a feeling it might be near my new house, now that I have a better idea of the area.
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