|My Bill (William Daniel Kelly - Irishman)|
St. Patty's Day is this Sunday. So what do we do around here at Casa Tipton-Kelly on St. Patrick's Day? Absolutely nothing.
Take note of the "Kelly" in the name of our home. Yep, that's My Bill, full name WILLIAM DANIEL KELLY. That's about as Irish as one could get.
Who would've thunk that I would share my life with an Irishman? When I was just an adolescent with my hormones kicking, I always thought I the Prince Charming I would meet would be of Latin origin. Italian, Spanish, Portuguese or even (God forbid) FRENCH! But no, almost all of my paramours have been anything but Latin lovers. Oh there was Manual Lopez (Cuban) but he got away.
|Manuel - 1965 (the only Latin Lover I ever had)|
I'm not normally attracted to the fair haired, freckled faced, hot tempered Irishmen. Well, except for the fair haired (Bill has or HAD black hair), freckled face (Bill does have a fair complexion but nary a freckle - I know I've checked his whole body) I ended up with a hot tempered Irishman. Specifically a Black Protestant Irishman. And believe you me, it's been quite a trip. A delightful trip because I do love this man so.
|Me with Bill and my Mom at her computer fooling around|
|Mt. Vesuvius blowing - aka Bill when he loses his Irish temper|
|Bill with our neighbor Barbara (whose been trying to steal him from me)|