"You need a little bit o' soul to see you through..."

Well unless you’ve been living under a rock for the last couple of days, you have probably heard that the costs for next years “North American Championships” might be a little higher than normal.

I was listening in on a Feis mom discussing the finance arrangements for next year’s “Nans” with her daughter just yesterday...

Mom: Well Bridget, there’s no getting around it. We’re gonna have sell your immortal soul to the devil if you want to go to the Nans next year.

Bridget: My soul? Why not your soul?

Mom: You’re the one dancing honey; I think it only fair we sell your soul.

Bridget: What about dad? Why don’t we sell dad’s soul to the devil?

Mom: Uh, how do you think we paid for the solo dress?

Bridget: Oh! How about Fred? We can sell him Fred’s immortal soul!

Mom: Fred is a dog.

Bridget: And your point is?

Mom: Hmmm… I wonder how long immortal is in dog years...


(With an apology to "The Music Explosion" for the use of their lyrics in the title of this post)