Remember the t shirt my friend gave me? The one that had "if you can read this I'll go home with you" written in Gaelic?
When Linda gave it to me, she warned me that we actually had a teacher on staff that could read it.
I poo poo'd her. I rarely leave our room, I wouldn't run in to this guy right? I rarely see Coach any more and he's only in a different wing. So I happily wore my shirt.
Today in the copy room I ran in to Mr. Can Read Gaelic.
SHIT!!!!
Not only did he read my shirt, I found out he's literally a card carring IRA memeber. He has disdain for the English and just a little too whacked out for my tastes.
And on to other happy thoughts........
Spaz and I had a grand time on our web cams.
We really need to get a life.............
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