Generic-looking green van parked across the street with Notre Dame bumper sticker.
Every time you turn around the pitter-pattering stops and that green fire hydrant seems to have gotten a little closer.
Green lipstick marks on the butt of your Dockers.
You’re being followed by a large woman with a sultry voice and a dying career. (Oops! That’s a sign you’re being stalked by Chaka Khan.)
You don’t recall owning an anatomically correct lawn gnome.
Card delivered with the bouquet of 4-leaf clovers reads, “I bet you’re magically delicious!”
When you come home from work, the potatoes are missing from the cupboard and your parrot is singing “Danny Boy.”
Prank caller has a really corny Irish accent, and Richard Gere has an airtight alibi.
Those tiny green hairs on your toilet seat.
Sultry voice from shower soap dish asks, “Is that your shillelagh, or are you just happy to see me?”
Pink hearts, yellow moons, blue diamonds scratched on your car at knee-level, and Ross Perot is nowhere to be found.
Them little green pellets in the litter box ain’t M&M’s, Chester.
Every day this week you’ve noticed the same buckle shoes dangling just above the floor in the stall next to you.
Saturday, March 17, 2007
From Sgt Mom at 'The Daily Brief'.
Posted by Brian Dunbar at 6:33 PM