My dad decided to join the sixteen dozen or so others on the wagon named People-Who-Tell-Me-That-I-Will-Marry-Bryce-and-Proceed-to-Plan-My-Wedding-and/or-Begin-Naming-My-(our?)-Future-Children. He decided that his own personal and unique contribution to said wagon is to let me know how my genetic makeup is likely stronger than this supposed future husband and therefore I will carry on the Irish legacy through my (our?) children. 

Thanks dad.

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