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By Cheryl Brooks This has been a very busy spring, and since I returned from Ireland about a week ago, I haven't had much time to breathe. Edits for Wildcat arrived on Friday, and I've been either working on them or at the hospital ever since. Therefore, it should come as no surprise that I forgot about today's blog post until a thunderstorm woke me up this morning. However, I have plenty of pictures to make up for the lack of creative writing.The tough part will be deciding which pictures to post. We arrived in Ireland on Mother's Day and had lunch at Durty Nelly's. Visited Bunratty Castle which was right next door. Strolled through the Folk park. Crossed the drawbridge. Climbed to the very top turret to enjoy the view. Then we drove on through County Kerry to the Sneem Hotel where we stayed, snapping pictures along the way. ...

“Be vewy vewy quiet, we’we hunting lepwechauns,” Horace intoned, creeping along the lush grass covered path. He ignored the birds perched in the trees overhead, although he did growl when bird poo plopped on his head. “Dude, you have got to stop watching cartoons,” Puff muttered, nudging him with his ear. “Those cartoons are classics,” the gargoyle informed him, looking at the paths branching off. “We need to go left.” “We go right,” Fluff argued. “Hello!” Puff rolled his eyes. “We stay on this path for three more kilometers.” A small map hung from his ears. “Dude, didn’t you ever hear of GPS?” Horace hooted, flicking his claw at a map corner. “Dude.” Sarcasm dripped from the word. “Did you ever hear how our magick and electronics don’t mix?” “Plus Krebs wouldn’t let us use his,” Fluff muttered. “He said we already ruined four of them and he didn’t intend to see us screw up a fifth.” Horace came to a stop and stared at Puff, tipping his head to the side so far he almost fell over. “You...