I’m Irish!

Okay, so I’m only partially Irish, but I do have some Irish in me. I’m not just soliciting kisses without any excuse at all.

So, the other night, I was talking at the same time that I was dialing up my brother. When he answered the phone, I just happened to be finishing my thought. He got this.

“…alcoholic waiting to happen, isn’t it?”

And he was like, “Was that meant for me?” It wasn’t, but I found myself humorous, so I repeated it for him anyway.

“I’m half Irish and half German. That’s like an alcoholic waiting to happen, isn’t it?”

(No, it’s not exactly half and half. I’ve taken some creative liberty here. But it’s mostly accurate.)

So, then he responded, “Don’t worry. The way I figure it, your world domination German side combined with your lazy Irish side should leave you on a pretty even keel.”

There is a noticeable smattering of stereotyping in there, but I still thought that it was funny.