so saturday night, Jude and I went to the Friendly Sons of the Shillelagh dinner lo and behold, this fella that i fancy was there... he said "hey!" and then as jude and i were walking by, he said "how's everything?" to me...
i got all tongue-tied and i said "everything's glahbl frahm" and then scuttled off in embarrassment.
he really must think i was hit in the head with a sledgehammer... i got all tongue-tied back on parade day as well...
