It's not easy being green. Or so I've been told
Dang it! My laundry is still in the washer. Tomorrow, if things get clean, I'm wearing my green pants and my green dress shirt. I don't care if they match. Nobody is pinching me. Well... maybe not "nobody".

If I remember right my mom used to make something special on St. Paddy's day. Corned beef? I don't know. I also seem to remember Lisa calling me Patty O'Furniture at about this time sophomore year. She thought it was really funny. At first it was.
Happy St. Patrick's Day. Kiss me! I know people that are Irish.