The Irishman would have nothing of it.
He said his family expected the whole "American" experience. The photo card. The letter. I gave in.
The Irishman usually writes the letter himself. This year I was a bit of a Scrooge and vetoed the letter
Never thought THAT would happen!
Last night I had a migraine. I was not good for anything. I had SO much planned for last night. Instead I spent the evening on the couch with an ice pack.
After about an hour on the computer, the Irishman read me
I woke up with morning to see the letters printed and stuffed. I did the verbal okay, but I never proofread the letters.
I am letting go.
I love him and this was his project. There are just some run on sentences and some missing commas.