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Are you sure you’re ready to come home?

C. Bluebird September 28, 2014 0 Comments

The Husband is wearing an apron and a New Year's Eve tiara while visibly fake-pregnant. This is also a travel ad for Ireland. "Are you sure you're ready to come home? Your son-in-law keeps rummaging through your old aprons. Your daughter is threatening to shave her head. There's a simple solution— Stay in Ireland. "Because four thousand blessed miles of ocean stretch between you and your loved ones. Drop your phone in a peat bog; go drink your lunch in the pub; and we'll see you at Christmastime. Maybe."

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