Saint Patrick’s Day has always been one of my favorite holidays. How could it not be with a name like Clover, my favorite color being green, and being married to a guy named Patrick?
It’s like this holiday was made special just for me.
Okay, it obviously wasn’t, but I’m just the right amount of egotistical to pretend that it does.
With all that, you’d think I’d put on a big dog and pony show celebration. Except I’m also incredibly lazy, so I pull out my one or two St. Paddy’s Day decorations, consisting of a shamrock wreath hanging on my front door and a “Kiss Me, I’m Irish” picture. I am, by the way. Irish, not kissable except by Pat.
Oh, and I wear green so I won’t be pinched. And also my authentic four-leaf clover necklace my sister, Heather, gave me. Yeah, yeah, I know. Are you picking out a theme in my parents’ child naming process?