Vol. Tax No. Hell
Ides of March are on the 15th to remind you Caesar bit the big one in 44 B.C., assassinated by sixty Roman senators, all garbed in their white robes, soon to be red and white, Roman flip flops, led by Brutus who turned out to be a lousy friend. You can’t help but wonder how much was left of poor unsuspecting Caesar. All the assassins were hunted down, tortured and killed, or committed suicide. I was asking Alexa about this and she said, “It’s a grim thought.” This is a small AI putting in its two cents and you know what? I answered her, I always do. Go figure.
What did the mama cow say to the calf after he stayed up too late on St. Patrick's Day?
It's way pasture bedtime.
Brief, clever advert for THE HEIR OF WHITESTONE. Selling well, but I heard some of you guys needed a bit of prodding as not all of you (the book minions tell me) have yet gotten your copy. You have to know this is unacceptable. Ides, people, Ides, gotta beware.
We got St. Patty’s Day coming up on Tuesday the 17th. Tell me, who among you willingly downs Green Lite or full-bore heavy-duty green beer? Whatever you do, avoid the green chicken wings, you have no clue how long they’ve been sitting out playing with salmonella. Here’s a must: get yourself a couple of friends, go to an Irish Pub and prepare for fun and a hangover, forgiven by any even half-way decent boss. This is a night for merriment with others, not your phone or social media. You want to concentrate on your green beer and pray the chicken wings are fresh.
Don’t forget the Spring Solstice is coming on the 20th – you all know there’ll be no more winter crap, just Easter bunnies in waiting.
What kind of shoes do frogs wear on March 17?
Open-toad.
Sláinte,
Catherine
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