Tomorrow I am obligated to make corned beef and cabbage. Not because I'm Irish. But because I married into Irish...my last name now, and for the past 20 years, begins with an "Mc"...need I say more?
So tomorrow, even though my children are teenagers and have "minds of their own," I cannot allow them to leave the house without wearing green. Even though more Ukrainian than Irish blood runs through their veins, their last name begins with an "Mc"...need I say more?
And, tomorrow, it would be shameful if I didn't include shamrock shaped sugar cookies with green icing and sprinkles in my family's school lunches. They expect it. Our last name begins with an "Mc"....need I say more?
But, tomorrow, I get to have one pour of the wine, before cocktail o-clock, out at a Tavern. Because I married into Irish...my last name now, and for the past 20 years, starts with an "Mc"...need I say more?
There's always a benefit to anything!
Tomorrow, Happy St. McPatrick's Day!
Ciao for now!
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