My parents, aunts and uncles, and grandmother, hopped a plane this morning on their way to Ireland. My 93-years-young paternal grandmother Ann (nee Smith) wanted to see her father’s ancestral home. So the family made a trip of it.
We didn’t go because of lack of finances, which is unfortunate. But I did get the chance to turn my father into a leprechaun before he left. I’m hoping for some of the Luck of the Irish will keep the upcoming Photoshop Wars on the friendly side.
I hope everyone has a great time in the Old Country.