I woke up and found a note to check my email because a little leprechaun had come to visit. Here is what I found. We officially have leprechaun names now.
There really is a nasty little leprechaun in my house. Somehow he knew that I am barefoot most of the time when home. Fitting name don't you think?
And I just am at a loss for words on this one. I am a person that immediately sees a picture in my mind when I look at words. The picture of the farmer in my head leaping over flowers in a field just isn't a pretty one.
Shhh! Don't tell him that is how I envisioned him.
Happy St. Patrick's Day! Go have yourself some corned beef and cabbage, Irish stew and some green beer.