The Man and I chose to avoid the outdoors on Saturday. Last year we went out for lunch and even at noon there were so many sloppy drunk people falling into the streets it was like playing frogger (except instead of a frog trying to avoid cars, the cars were trying to avoid people in dumb hats). So we kept it low key. I love almost every holiday but St.Patty's Day has never been a big deal in my book, day drinking is one thing, but 8am drinking is just gross.
So to celebrate I painted some shamrocks on my nails and called it good:
My little fuddy-dud... My little intelligent fuddy-dud
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