i just want to pinch you.
I married a Murphy, so today is kind of a big deal for the paternal side of his family. We started our celebration on Saturday, which consisted of drinking a whole lotta Guiness (well, for me, a whola lotta Smithwicks, since I can't quite stomach the Guiness) at the annual parade of green-clad potato throwers. This was my first year in attendance, and hubs says I am a real Murphy now. Well, he did say that at the parade, but changed his mind at the end of the night when we had a hellacious argument about whether or not we're going to procreate.
(I'm the one who is hesitant to be with child.)
He resorted to low-blows, like how I refused to even take his last name.
Def Leprechaun even had a one-armed drummer on the cabose of their float.
Even pre-fight, the Murphy's were a little too inebriated to capture themselves on film.
It still workedoutspice.
He's lucky he wore that green hat, or I would have been compelled to pinch his cheeks.
My brother-in-law (whose name actually is Patrick!) just turned twenty-one, so he really went all out this year in his little Irish get-up and his beer-googles.
(Now, that's vision.)
Have a happy St. Patrick's Day.
Get out of here. Go drink a green beer.