Naughty Irish Imp

Naughty Irish Imp

Friday, June 5, 2015

Stormy Skies


Some days the sun is shining and you can bask in perfect 78 degree bliss.

Some days the skies open up and whirl around you in a fury.

Some days you win.

Some days you taste the bitter disappointment of defeat.

Some days the timing couldn't be more perfect.

Some days the timing is nothing if not catastrophic.

The latter is how I would surmise our current situation.

If it just could have waited. Just a little longer.

But it didn't, and this is the reality we have to face. So be it.

I understand your rage. I get it.

I have been kind. I have been respectful. I have shown restraint.

But do not make the mistake of taking that as weakness. I assure you, it is the last label any coherent person would apply to me.


  1. I think that you are exactly as weak as your mom. That is to say, NOT!

  2. hope things are okay with you...hugs