Every year on a weekend we go to DH mom's for St. Patrick's Day lunch and she does the usual fare of corned beef/cabbage/potatos, etc . . and the magical leprechaun usually leaves a nice crisp $10 bill under the plates of the grandchildren . . .and EVERY year I look under mine . . .just in case . . .
You would of thought she would have gotten the hint by now . . .
