Sure, I painted my nails a nice shade of KELLY Green last week, however I did NOT recall that it was the shamrock time of year and neither was it mentioned by the manicurist. Pass.
Ok - my father and brother have the same name Thomas James O’Brien (Sr./Jr. Respectively).
Yes, my name conjures up images of heel clicking leprechauns, but I did not name myself. Pass.
Most of you know me to enjoy a good drink – So? I have a very social career and if you know this so do you. Pass.
I thought the word dinner literally meant a plate with a meat, potato and green from a can until high school. Hmm.
If I am the least bit upset, pissed or embarrassed (?? I’m guessing?) my face fills bottom up with red splotches. No. Matter. What.
Green Day is my favorite band. So now I can’t like the COLOR?
My face is equi-wide and tall. That’s true, That’s true.
I have been given more than one green-shamrock rosaries in my lifetime.
My sister worked part time at an Irish pub for more than ten years. She is consistently the only non Irish accent wielding staff member.
Like I said, stop profiling me. I am just a victim of circumstance. I don't have a special relationship with St. Patrick himself, and if I did, like I would tell you.
PS - This piece originally ran 3 years ago, but it still is the best thing I can dew for St, Patty's day, so enjoy the REMIXXX.