In other news, Happy St. Patrick's Day. I don't have a St. Patrick's Day picture from any in my past, otherwise, I'd post that. Today, I am neither getting drunk, nor wearing anything green. I did, however, remember to send my son off to daycare in a green shirt. My kid is NOT getting pinched. EFF THAT.
Also, I'm thinking of a story from my childhood. Being raised by a Scotch-Presbyterian mother who was fairly well-educated, she felt it her cultural duty to provide me and my sisters with shamrock pins she made herself. They were green and orange poster-board shamrocks, decorated with green and orange ribbons. The orange, of course, was to reflect our Protestant heritage. I didn't understand, or care, really. I wore whatever the heck my mom told me to (I wasn't very popular). But I remember my sister grumbling, as we climbed into the mini-van, "If we lived on the east coast, we'd get the crap beaten out of us for wearing these."
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