"He mailed you a shamrock?"
Well. I think it's a shamrock. Could be poison ivy. I'm not entirely certain.
And no, he didn't technically mail it. He messaged it.
I have a new pen pal. Just a pen pal. No romantic notions involved whatsoever. Strictly, "Hello how are you how is the weather?" type relations.
I shall name him The Shamrock Shakira. Formerly Mr. -37 Million Brownie Points man.
Largely because, as my bestie Lauren put it so bluntly in an IM conversation, "He mailed you a shamrock?"
I didn't realize how doofy it sounded until I typed the words, "yes he mailed me a shamrock." Apparently my pen pal's style is to press four-leaf clovers and send them to people as gifts. I got this nifty bookmark (virtually of course) as a good luck charm to help me find my Luke.
I know this is not typical guy behavior. I realize this could potentially be a skill discovered and fine crafted in prison. That's why we're just pen pals. I find it mildly amusing...enough to keep the messages going for a little bit longer. I mean come on, who doesn't want to know what lies in the heart of a man that presses four leaf clovers and sends them to people? I don't think I've ever found a four leaf clover in my entire life. That is some mad scavenger hunting skills.
Lauren, was not having it. "But it's not even a real pressed shamrock! He just google imaged "shamrock" and copy/pasted it to you!"
I know. I know. But everybody's got a gimmick. And his for whatever strange reason worked.
In the spirit of The Shamrock Shakira, all the way from Portland, one of my best friends Lauren herself has a present for all my blog readers today. And I quote (said in best Napoleon Dynamite voice possible):
"... here... i pressed this rainbow for you... it's all the way from Ireland. I kept the pot of gold, but you can have the rainbow."
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