Thursday, March 17, 2011
Home: Calgary, Alberta, Canada
It was indeed St. Patrick’s Day.
I didn’t do a darn thing about it.
Didn’t wear green, didn’t drink green beer, didn’t put on a silly hat that says, “Kiss me, I’m Irish”.
Didn’t eat Irish stew, didn’t try dancing without moving my arms, didn’t dye my hair red and stay out of the sun.
Oh wait. I had broccoli.
jill