I'd forgotten how much I love St. Paddy's Day. Not because of the green beer or the drunken singing (although I was sort of wishing for a shamrock shake). FF disliked St. Patrick's Day, so we never acknowledged it, other than with his yearly grumblings. Today I decided to go back to my ways.
I donned a green shirt and a pair of shamrock earrings that I've had since I was a wee lass. I wished everyone a happy day and eagerly put the strings of green beads around my neck when they were given to me by a co-worker.
I do have Irish blood in me veins, but as the saying goes, "Everyone is Irish on St. Patrick's Day."
Next year, just wait! I'll be sporting buttons and silly hats!