I saw this on a shirt today at the grocery store.
It's about time somebody started pushing back on that Irish mob! I don't have a drop of Derry, Blarney, or Brian Boru in me. The half of me that isn't Spanish is mostly Welsh.
Doesn't anybody else feel silly pretending they're Irish, even if it's just for a day?
I put on a kelly green shirt to go run errands and just had to take it off. Too obvious. So I made a scary decision and wore
I'll have you know I walked around Target, The Good Earth, and BYU Creamery (try the German Chocolate!) and not one person pinched me. I was beginning to think that this whole thing is just a left over trauma from school and not a genuine threat whatsoever.
I got home and the neighbor kids were out. To tell you the truth, I'd totally forgotten that I was green-less. One of the boys came up to me and engaged me in conversation, mostly about his Obi-Wan Kenobi Light Saber. Then he dropped the bomb,
"Hey, you aren't wearing any green."
So the light saber was just a cover--never trust a five year old!
I decided in the face of that kind of logic, I'd better just give up.
"It's true," I said holding out my arm, "Go ahead, pinch me."
(He's only five, come on, he probably doesn't even know about the pinch and twist yet!)
He looked at me and said, "That's not how it works."
"Oh, how does it work?"
"Well, I can't pinch you,"
What? He concedes so easily? Then he gestured at El Guille,
"But he can."
"How is that?"
"I'm not your brother, or your kid, so I can't pinch you, but your son can."
Wow, so, if there's anything worse than St. Patrick's Day, it's politically correct St. Patrick's Day.
Whatever, I'm Welsh anyway.