Surely it comes as no surprise to anyone thay The Puddinette had me well setup for St. Patrick’s Day. In fact, I’ve got several holidays waiting for me in the drawer already. But then, when you’re married to someone who has the presence of mind to make sure even the couch is decked out in appropriate green shamrocks, it’s not hard to tell just exactly who won the marriage lottery. Sure, I pour a mean beverage for her, but it seems like poor trade off for putting with all my nonsense and still making sure I’ve got just the right socks!
Happy St Patrick’s, people. Try not to set the place on fire.