“Irish I wasn’t part Polish!”


(And as a proud Pole/Mick I can totally say that! I own a Pope John Paul II Christmas ornament. ‘Nuff said.)

Needless to say, Missy was completely mortified upon seeing her brother’s clothing selection. She refused to look at him when he sat next to her on the couch — using a pillow to block her vision. I tried to explain that it’s not a great idea to wear black shoes with short shorts. “But black goes with everything!” Junior replied. Got me there.

May your glass be ever full.
May the roof over your head be always strong.
And may you be in heaven half an hour before the devil knows you’re dead.


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  1. Jeanne Marker

    McStanley’s got it going on.

    When I was growing up, my professionally Irish parents referred to tacky things or bad taste in decorating and fashion as “Polish”, always said with an sigh of exasperation to reveal their impeccably high standards. It wasn’t until I travelled to Ireland in my twenties with my mother and my two aunts, Herself and Herself, that I got to experience the true horror of Irish decorating. It racked my sensibilities and made me rethink everything I thought I knew about being Irish.

    It appears Jr. is embracing his heritage as any true Celtic Pole should.

  2. Karen

    Classic! I have to tread lightly here because my sister and her husband live in Ireland… but have you ever watched “My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding?” Tacky and wacky show about the Irish Travelers and their style.

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