Sunday, August 7, 2011

Those Saints Were Out Of Key

Katie and I are having a wee bit of trouble with jet lag. Of course it doesn't help when a very tipsy Irishman sings "When the Saints Go Marching In" right outside your window at 3:30 in the a.m.

It was both awesome and horrific at the same time.

Those poor, poor saints. They did a lot of marching last night. I am sure they are feeling it this morning.


  1. I am so sorry about the saints! Sounds like you are having a kick in the pants though. Hope you can get some sleep!

  2. Did you open the window and start singing along? He would have thought angels were coming down to sing with him!
    Hope you get more sleep tonight so you can continue your most amazing adventure!!
    Love, Mel