Luck of the Irish Blogfest

Today is the Luck of the Irish Blogfest, because today is, after all, St. Patrick's Day. The blogfest is hosted by the ever lovely Colene Murphy, a truly Irish name if I ever heard one.

So my submission to this blogfest is, of course, another episode of Happy Acres. A couple days ago I participated in the Delusional Doom Blogfest, wherein some of the crew's most prized possessions were confiscated by the nursing staff and they vowed to take back their stuff. 

Today's entry is a continuation of that story (if you need to catch up, find links to the rest of the episodes at the Happy Acres Episodes page above). Happy Acres is an ongoing story, after all!

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“We’ll be lucky if we can pull this off,” Artie said. I didn’t appreciate his doubt.

“Luck has nothing to do with it,” I said, incensed. “You have to stop thinking like you’re on the outside. The laws of physics and normal human behavior are suspended here on the inside.”

We had gathered in the day room for one last review of our plan to liberate our confiscated personal effects.

“Maybe Simon could bless the mission, just in case.” Tessa said. “It is St. Patrick’s Day, after all.”

“Be happy to,” Simon said, a smug grin on his lips.

I shot Tessa a nasty glare, “What are you talking about? Simon’s Scottish, not Irish.”

Tessa shrugged, looking a little put out that I’d snap at her. “Close enough,” she said.

I rolled my eyes and sighed. We could use a little luck, but asking Simon for a blessing was like throwing gas on his megalomaniacal fire.

“Okay, fine, whatever, just make it quick,” I grumbled, folding my arms over my chest and tapping my impatient foot.

Simon cleared his throat and drew himself taller. “May the path rise to meet you, may your team always have your back, may the darkness always shroud you, may your mission meet with success, and until we meet again, may Nurse Cratchit remain entirely unawares.”

Mia giggled and clapped, “perfect!”

Tessa tossed a handful of sparkly glitter, which floated and drifted in the re-circulated institutional air almost like a magical leprechaun glimmer.

I blinked and found myself speechless. To my grudging surprise, I was touched. “Thanks, Simon,” I said. But since I considered him my nemesis, offering him thanks was just a little painful. I cleared my throat. “Okay, remember, you’re on guard duty. If Nurse Cratchit starts in our direction, your job is to distract her.”

Touching his brow he flicked me a quick salute. “Will do. Good luck.”

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Stay tuned for the foray into Nurse Cratchit's office to retrieve their stuff!

Now, go read the rest of the submissions to the Luck of the Irish Blogfest, and have an awesome St. Paddy's Day!