i love where we live on the cape. it is absolutely hysterical. i swear, they must check heritage before letting people turn right onto our street.

i suppose you can have a guest pass or something. but if you are staying more than 48 hours you need to be irish.

we went to the beach yesterday and we met other babies.

connor. ian. seamus.

and i'm there in my head making fun. til i remember what m's name is.

okay. so in 5 years we will all be at the beach yelling for our fionas, our ians, our seamuses and patricks and liams and aoifes and mollys and siobhans and niamhs.

and thank the lord no one will let any giannas or salvatores in here. no tanyas or travises. no elizabeths or georges. no latonyas or deshawns. no marisols or joses. no shoshanas or ashers.

thank goodness for the boston irish. keepin' it real. keepin' it pure.

just so long as no one from goddamned county kerry shows up. everyone knows those people are fucking stupid.

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