This is the one day of the year my husband probably regrets marrying an American. I’m not sure about other places, but our tradition has always been that if you don’t wear green on St. Patrick’s day, then you get pinched. So every year on St. Patrick’s day, I wake him up in the morning looking something like the above picture. The best part is seeing the horror and panic in his face as he realizes he has once again not prepared for the day.
I have to say, I ended up being disappointed this year. When I pulled back the covers, he was indeed wearing green, though I think it was a lucky coincidence.
I dressed my children in green today and even though I warned them not to do it, I’m expecting a call from the school regarding my children going around and torturing other kids not wearing green.
