St. Patrick’s Day came and went. I didn’t drink any green beer or have any corned beef, although Susan did prepare some green macaroni and cheese and made some green Kool-aid.
I don’t know what it was this year. I didn’t leave the house to celebrate. I didn’t even wear green yesterday.
I did a poor job representing the O’Hara name this year. Maybe next year.
Come to think of it I didn’t wear green yesterday either. I didn’t drink green beer either. Green Scotch, on the other hand…
I had the worst St. Patty’s day ever. Had yet another burglary in my house, and a friend from church unexpectedly died.
On the bright side, Mrs. Zeno made some awesome corn beef which we washed down with some Guinness whilst listening to the Best of the Chieftains.
Hey, at least the ‘Greens’ had some ribs and mashed potatoes. Oh wait, I guess that isn’t very Irishy either.