It's St. Patrick's Day. They always say everybody's irish on March 17th. My oldest son was suppose to be born on this day, but choose to come two days early. He's now 28...how can that be since I'm only 32?!
I remember being in 3rd grade and if you DID NOT have on green you had to stand in front of the class so you could be embarassed. Being the non-conformist that I am...I've never worn green on March 17th again. Not a drop of Irish in these veins. Where do they get these customs anyway?
My grandpa always said you had to have your potatoes planted on this day and if it would dry up, I'd get out and work in the garden. It's been so wet here that it's impossible to get your hands dirty. I'm SO ready.
I took three quilts to the quilter last weekend. It'll be nice to have something finished.
