we all know the entire story about how i consider myself an expert on the irish. because i totally have a friend who's irish. like real irish, not like from irish heritage.
incidentally, my real irish friend just had a real irish baby who they've named a real irish name that i keep trying to pronounce and coincidentally, keep failing at.
they chose not to name the baby erin, which is just ridiculous, because really, what's more irish than erin?
anyway. i love st. patrick's day. because of erin go braugh.
and also because i know to never ask a irishman for directions, to never compliment anyone who is not irish on their irish accent (i'm talking to you, brad pitt and gerard butler! grainne says your accents are "shit"), and i know the meaning and proper usage of the word "craic" and intend to use it in my purely american conversations and always forget until it's too late.
and also because i know the difference between a shamrock and a clover.
"you'll want to be asking for a shamrock, a clover is nothing but a weed."
after explaining st. patrick's day to carolyn...she started running around the house yelling, "happy sex patrick's day!" awesome. ps this is her new smile whenever the camera comes out. i can't for the life of me get a natural smile.
and this has nothing to do with st. patty's day, but it is a pretty flower.