The Irish

I must learn how to make this dense and beautiful loaf lovingly referred to by the Irish as "Brown Cake." Hopefully there's still time before my co-workers return home to their native land of taters and crisps after visiting the scorching hot desert of bright lights, and loose morals, aka: Las Vegas. Yes, we refer to them simply as "The Irish." And if you can understand a word now and then that comes out of their mouths, you'd realize that they are indeed speaking the english language.

Yes, immigration officer, those two up front wearing the lei's, the boy and the girl, we suspect that they are plotting something mischevious and should be prevented from boarding any planes. Well, it's worth a try. We've already let one go, it hasn't been the same since. I'll be sad to see them go, but they are but wee ones, and they've got a bit of schooling to do. Hopefully they will come back next year and we'd all be able to hone our ears to understanding 75% of what they're saying, the first time around.