My Wife enjoys the hell out of St. Patrick’s Day, but not in the twee way that most Americans do (having lived in Ireland and all earns her some special cred here, I think…). She dresses in green all stylish-like, but then she always tries to dress all stylish-like, so that’s not out of character for her. She makes sure the Boy receives a pot of something from The Leprechaun™ (like an Easter Basket only better and without all the crap religious connotations).1 And, as a master chef, she has made a pledge to serve a meal every St. Patrick’s Day cooked entirely in Guinness. Below is the visual evidence of my Wife’s respectful love for this holiday.
I, on the other hand, couldn’t be bothered to wear green. Holidays blow. Sláinte!
- Yes I am well aware of the origins of St. Patrick’s Day. Just roll with it. ↩