The Shamrock Shakira has struck again.Knowing that I've got a particularly busy weekend coming up (more on that tomorrow), he sent along these hand pressed clovers for good luck and promised to throw a few prayers my way.
He's got his own internet girlfriend. I've got my own internet boyfriend. Technically, by internet courting standards, we should be done. He should off digging for more clams, not sending sweet little notes to me. (Reason #75 we are friends. He digs for clams).
Nevertheless, here I am, with a 38-year-old John Lennon look alike, clover pressing, mussel digging, poetry writing English pen pal.
If I didn't know better, I'd think that was a pretty darn good start to a Harlequin romance novel.
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