The Irish have a funny way of showing affection....literally...FUNNY.  Here's hoping you can speak a lil Irish tomorrow.

Don't do what I do...I used a pirate accent trying to talk Irish.  (Now your brain is all wonky):

May the grass grow long on the road to hell for want of use.

Bless your little Irish heart and every other Irish part

May the Lord keep you in his hand and never close his fist too tight

May the good Lord take a liking to you, but not too soon.

May you be half an hour in Heaven before the Devil knows you're dead.

When I count my blessings, I count you twice.  May God bless you.

May your troubles be as few and as far apart as my grandmother's teeth.

May you die in bed at 95 years shot by a jealous husband.

Here's to your coffin

As you slide the banisters of life, may the splinters never point the wrong way.

May the saddest day of the future be no worse than the happiest day of your past.

May you be live to be a 100 years with 1 extra to repent.

May you live as long as you want and never want as long as you live

Bless you and yours as well as the cottage you live in.  May the roof overhead be well thatched and those inside be well matched.


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