Irish blood runs through my veins.
Green is my favorite color.
My favorite cereal growing up was Lucky Charms.
Ireland is at the top of my "Places to Go Before I Die" list.
Thus, I look forward to St. Patrick's Day every year with a vigor that could easily be classified as freakish.
This year was no different.
I had plans to throw glitter all over the apartment (leprechaun dust).
I had three bottles of green food coloring -- all of which I planned to empty.
I had green dishes on which to serve a carefully planned green meal.
And then I woke up March 17, stumbled to my bathroom and noticed a very distinct tint of green to my complexion.
You can imagine how it went from there.
I spent the day on my green couch, wishing for a quick death, watching my little leprechaun do her stretches.
In short, St. Patrick's Day 2011 was anything but lucky.
And though Reece probably feels like he dodged a bullet -- little does he know I've scheduled a do over for April.