Sleeping in, working, hurling (the game) and singing at the pub
April 13th 2009 This morning Erica woke me up with “Wow, do you know what time it is?” It was almost 1pm - thank god, we needed it. We turned on our Irish cell phone to find several texts from Donal, asking when we were going to go workout and run around “the pitch!” The what? The “pitch,’ is the “field.” We were shocked that he still wanted to, considering the form he was in the night before. How
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