cool Irish-esque green t-shirt: check.
I'm not Irish, but I love to wear the green. One year I dyed my hair green, but that was in 8th grade, and I used food coloring. Big hit in Catholic School, with my plaid skirt, white blouse and knee socks. Father Dave had to come over to see it, because he only heard about it. I like doing stuff like that, but I don't like the attention it brings. Trouble is, you can't have one without the other.

I used to have a Guinness shirt that some smarmy guy gave me. I had to get rid of it because I associated it with that series of bad choices I made. It was white with shamrocks, though. I hope someone who bought it from Goodwill is enjoying it now.

As my psych major roommate in college used to say, I am now attempting to "positively reframe" the holiday.

I do have the best boyfriend ever, though he's not here. I do have celtic jewelry I can wear. I even have green socks. If I find green nail polish this evening, I'll be giddy with the green, and even though I'll be at work, all will be pretty darn tootin' if you ask me.