Because there are so few times when I get to run around and be silly [no, really... well, okay, not really, but no need to tell anyone] ... I shall bow to the holiday and run around pinching those that don't wear green. Or orange, if you want to bow to my grandfather's insistence that the boy and I wear orange for his side of the Irish. [Heaven help the person who ever tried to not do this. Oi.] Pinch! Pinch!
Yes. I'm all kinds of Irish. Except the drinking problem and the fun accent. But that's why I've got the boy. He has the love of the drink so I don't have to.
Pinch!
... and I planted lettuce today. It's green, even if the seeds aren't. Next? Nothing that would thrill the boy and his hopes for illegal substances, I'm sure.
Smashing, I know. *blows kisses and runs off to plot her garden*
