luck

The luck of the Irish, always a problematic thing, was certainly with me today. I lost my purse when I was in Reston. It was my own fault - it slipped off my wheelchair and I didn't notice. It had my cel phone and credit cards and check book. I was calling to cancel everything and I called Mom to tell her, and it turned out LLOYD, my oldest friend, had called her from his home 150 miles from here in Richmond, and told her that the Reston police had it! Now I have it, with nothing missing! (except for my sanity.) I won't go into all the details, but it involves a bunch of nice and honest people, one of whom works at this laundry. You should wash your clothes there, if you can.

Anyway. here is my obligatory St. Patricks Day joke:

'What's wrong with Murphy?' asked Father Green.
'I don't know, Father. Yesterday he swallowed a spoon and he hasn't stirred since,' said Mrs Murphy.