Mrs Donovan’s wee ones….

Mrs. Donavon was walking down O’Connell Street in Dublin when she met up with Father Flaherty.
The Father said, “Top o’ the mornin’ to ye! Aren’t ye Mrs. Donavon and
didn’t I marry ye and yer husband two years ago?”
She replied, “Aye, that ye did, Father.”
The Father asked, “And be there any wee ones yet?” She replied, “No,
not yet, Father.”
The Father said, “Well now, I’m going to Rome next week and I’ll light
a candle for ye and yer husband.” She replied, “Oh, thank ye, Father.”
They parted ways. Some years later they met again. The Father asked,
“Well now, Mrs. Donavon, how are ye these days?”
She replied, “Oh, very well, Father!”
The Father asked, “And tell me, have ye any wee ones yet?”
She replied, “Oh yes, Father! Three sets of twins and four singles, 10
in all!” The Father said, “That’s wonderful!” How is yer lovin husband doing?”
She replied, “E’s gone to Rome to blow out yer bloomin’ candle

LOVE IS GIVING SOMEONE THE ABILITY TO DESTROY YOU, THEN TRUSTING THEM NOT TO.

Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, But rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, Vodka in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming…….WOO HOO, what a ride!