Kiss Me, I’m Not Irish

I always feel a little slighted in March. I’m not Irish, I don’t have red hair, a garden gnome, green in my wardrobe, or have a fondness for green beer.

But I love the chance to celebrate as much as the next person. I haven’t found the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, but I would love to win the lottery.thQ2VBUMEF

I’ll cook a corned beef and cabbage dinner and drink my regular beer. I’ll find a green four-leaf clover to pin on my lapel and keep my eye out for any stray leprechauns.

So cheers to St. Patrick’s Day and give me a kiss, because I’m not Irish!