I just realized today is St. Patrick’s Day: a day that, for me, manages to ruin beer and the color green all in one fell swoop. (I had thought my shuddering distaste for green beer had been documented before, but a quick Google search shows me I am wrong. Let me just go on the record then as saying that Bud Lite is an abomination, and Bud Lite with green food coloring in it? Um… there are no words.)
The Metro should be VERY interesting this evening. I’m expecting hordes of college students in sparkly green wigs, having started getting their drunk on at noon. Let’s just hope that I’m wrong.
My sentiments exactly. I hate the green beer thing, the wearing green thing, and, well, the whole St. Patrick’s day thing. To my horror, my son was born on March 17th. So far, he seems relatively unscathed.
I took my daughter to school this morning and was astonished by the waves of green in every direction. Some of the boys (2nd graders!) had even sprayed their hair with green hair color.
Punkin was dressed in a green fleece sweatshirt, matching green fleece pants, green argyle socks, green and purple hiking boots, and she had affixed a giant green bow to a hairband and put it on top of her head. All her doing, not mine!