IM, Therefore I Am

When you get the day off of work because of an immigrant rights march, and you decide to IM Tracy...and you are talking about travel but you're both a little punchy...it goes a little like this.

1:49 PM

me: i really want to go to ireland

and never come back

and marry an irishman

and have little red headed children with irish accents

and every morning they will wake up and say "top of the mornin mum!" and then i will throw hash and potatoes at them and make them scrub the floors of our shack on the hill

and they will cry

and i will feel bad

so i will knit them all little cable knit irish sweaters

tracy: MMM. potatoes and Magners i'll move too

me: and give them each a pint

tracy: we can have an expat commune of Allens

me: lol

tracy: and rename ourselves the McAllens

me: YAY!

tracy: Tate'll be in. he's been there

me: and when your kids come over i will throw potatoes at them too so they don't feel left out


But when you go back to your computer and decide to IM Tracy again later in the day and you are a little punchier it goes more like this...

4:58 PM
me: Dear Tracy McAllen, please tell yer darling brigitte-colleen to keep herself out of me garden

tracy: Yes, Brooke McAllen. You better be tellin' yer dog, Clive, outta me pataytas! Rooted 'em all, he did!

me: ay, that he did. but yer pataytas are dry as a bone my dear, which is why he likes them

tracy: well maybe if ya weren't so busy makin' wee McAllens with yer husband, yer eyes would be on yer own pataytas!

me: aha! a strange thing fer you to be making jokes about eyes on pataytas when that tis all there is on YER pataytas!

tracy: well now, i reckon that to be a mighty good one, and i know not what ta say

me: would ya like to grab a pint?

tracy: indeed i would- perhaps a few.