Weekend Winks – Luck of the Irish My Ass

My St. Patty’s Day weekend proved I’ve become a leprechaun in reverse with no overflowing gold in my pot.

Who's got my pot of gold?

No gold? No problem. Let’s party!

Ever have multiple seconds turn into minutes that roll into hours and then days that make you wanna pull your hair out strand by strand?

Friday morning started with this lovely event…


All aired out in less than two minutes flat.

A second punctured tire in the last three months requiring me to purchase yet another brand new fucking piece of rubber. Thank you streets of Nashville.

Luck of the Irish my ass

Luck of the Irish my ass.

While I was quite the damsel in distress (let’s remember my nails are “jewels not tools” so no I don’t know, nor care to know how to change a flat tire), I luckily work in a warehouse full of knights in shining armor.

My hero.

My hero to the rescue!

Adding to my mounting car frustration was the fact that I just spent $1000 on brakes last weekend. So between dropping a cool thou enabling my car to halt and throwing another $250 into the wind for a new tire I thought about to pushing my car into oncoming traffic.

Then I remembered I’m not done paying for it.

And I need transportation to and from work in order to pay for my piece of shit vehicle.

Knowing I just drained my entire year’s worth of spending money in two weeks on a hunk of metal about sent me over the edge…all before noon on a Friday. But the fellas at the warehouse know how to take care of an edgy gal – with endless compliments (your day sucks but you look really nice!) and a cigarette (if I’m smoking, it’s bad as I smoke one cigarette every 1,789 days).

Yep. I needed a cig.

Thankful for nicotine, my resident tire expert and the coat he let me borrow.

In order to get my heart rate, blood pressure and sanity back in order, I drove across town to visit Ted, the little fur ball love of my life.

Little lovin'

Just what the doctor ordered.

Why is my beloved on vacation from yours truly?  Because New Cat, the stray we opened our home to in January is sick (and pretty pathetic looking in his cone).

SIck cone head.

Wallowing in the window pane.

Saturday fun was all about New Cat visiting the vet where we found out his eye is not only worse, he’s somehow developed an ear infection, which means another week away from my precious Ted and $100 less grocery money for moi. I feel like the appropriate name for New Cat is now Money Pit.

Pink eye

Poor, pitiful, pink-eyed pussy.

Finding out that my nephew is a mini LeBron James lifted my saggy Saturday spirits.

Palm It!

Palming it in Iowa.

Michael Jordan

Seriously. Check out his biceps with an easy slam dunk.

What made me want to do happy cartwheels around my mini manse? Seeing a photo of my niece, a budding shoe hoarder….

Yep. My niece for sure.

Yep. My niece for sure.

The final act in turning my frown upside down included the main squeeze in my liquor loving life. Captain Morgan.

Taking the edge off

Doing an Irish jig for my Skinny Pirates.

Luck of the Irish my ass.

Who needs rainbows and leprechauns when you have rum?

Turning my pissy pants into party pants was complete with my concoction of green holiday treats.

Happy St. Patty's Day to me!

Filling my pot with Jell-O shots, naturally.

With a little hitch in my kick, I’m happy to say this Nashville gal has the leprechaun spirit in overabundance today.

Who needs a pot of gold?

Luck ‘o the Irish breakfast…and lunch…and dinner.

Here’s hoping some Irish luck finds you, making this a very happy St. Patrick’s Day!



56 thoughts on “Weekend Winks – Luck of the Irish My Ass

  1. kellisamson says:

    Hoping your luck is changing!!

  2. Sorry darling things will get better soon. Hugs! Your nephew’s picture with the ball is adorable. What are you feeding him? He looks so muscular :).

  3. rebecca2000 says:

    haha looks fun except for the tire. But if it hadn’t been flat you’d never have gotten to rock the borrowed jacket.

  4. Looks like you had a very interesting St Paddy’s Day. 😕 Hope your poor kitty recovers soon. That pot o’ gold is far too elusive, isn’t it? 😦 Your nephew and niece are such cute little munchies. 🙂

    • Thanks for the compliments on the twins – they are divine munchies and so much fun!
      The kit cat is coming along well…I’ll be over the moon (as will he) when I don’t have to medicate him every day in the ears, throat and eye. He’s hanging in there though!

  5. Teddy looks so sweet in the photo, I know he misses you. New kitty, I’m sure, is grateful though he is getting such sweet care from you.

    • Teddy is so sweet and I’m missing him so! But New Cat (aka Money Pit) is awfully cuddly and appreciative of his new home, especially while he’s not feeling well. Which makes everything seem worthwhile. 🙂

  6. “Irish” you had a more relaxed weekend, but this made for a delightful read!

  7. elkee says:

    Oh Megan!! I’m sorry you were driven to the point you had to smoke! Fucking cars dude! Anyway…glad to see little money pit is still with you. Hope that’s the last of his ailments as I’m sure you are itching for some retail therapy after all of these $$$ sucking events!

    • Thanks Lady! Smoking is so disgusting but it was truly the only thing that could ‘take the edge off’ that morning. Money Pit has found his home…although he’s TOTALLY digging into my retail therapy fund!

  8. Rum should fix most of the issues 😉 Well wishes for kitty!


  9. Aussa Lorens says:

    I hardly knew that it was St. Patrick’s Day until this old ogre of a nurse hobbled into my office and handed me a prepackaged shamrock cookie from 1998.
    Yes, I ate it.
    That is waaay not cool about your car :-/ I’ve been there… more than once. Hopefully that thing gives you a proper return on investment and starts working like a charm. <— badum-ching!

    • I am very proud of you for eating the cookie from 1998 because I would have done the same thing. Do you carry a jar of Nutella around with you to mask old tasting food items?
      My car can suck it but loving your charming joke! 🙂

  10. No words. Just wishing you endless green Jell-O shots, healthy kitties and maybe an iron on machine as I feel that tshirts might be a quick & dirty route to more spending money, despite the lemon mobile!

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