We don’t really celebrate the date around here, but that doesn’t mean it can’t be noted, and even better, serve as a source of inspiration. This is me going on a humorous tangent once again. I don’t drink anything alcoholic, have (alas!) a very poor sense of smell, but I do have some words to share. I’m lucky to be able to express myself this way, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything in this world or the next. Enjoy your day.
Eric tossed the green beer aside. “Not drinking that, Colleen.”
“Because it will probably make me your slave for the day or something.”
“Oops… busted,” she brushed her hair against his.
“Is that a new perfu… oh!”
For you see, the real luck of the Irish consists on always having a plan B…