Now in years gone by I would have spent the day buying shots for a fair colleen until it was time to hold her hair back while she puked. But now I am an old married man and past all of that nonsense.
Instead I was working like a dog in the store. Which is great don't get me wrong. But we have no employees so we have to do everything ourselves which is very tough.
I was so busy I didn't even have a drink all weekend?
The luck of the half Irish?
