St. Patrick's Day is my favorite holiday. First, I don't have to go into debt buying a bunch of presents that no one really wants. Second, hello music and wine. Enough said! I joke that Hubs will work Valentines Day every year, but will make sure he takes March 17th off for me.
He does know the way to my heart. He even got a sitter for yesterday! Well, his mom. But woo hoo.
We decided to early for a late-lunch/early-dinner and then get the girls by 5-ish. Yeah right. See, there was this fire.....we had barely got into the Pub when his radio went off. You could tell he wanted to leave. He was like a little kid doing the night before Christmas dance. Luckily we were with friends so off he went.
A couple of glasses of wine, Irish jigs with strangers teaching the young ones how to clap to "No, Nay, Never" he returns. He felt it was the best holiday ever: beer, Sheppard's pie, and a brush fire. And this happened:
Instead of leaving at a respectable 4pm, it was more like 7-ish. (hey at least it was 7-ish pm and not am!). We went to pick up the girls all was well. They had a fantastic time with their Grammie.
Best holiday of the year. No cooking, no shopping, no credit card debt and a picture I can embarrass my husband with!