I am Irish. And by that I mean, I am deathly pale. Technically, I am a European mutt, but I like to tell people I am Irish to explain my pallor. Although it came in handy in high school when I had math tests and could go to the nurse and say I wasn’t feeling well. Never gave me a second look. Just gave me a note to go home. That was a nice benefit.
Anyway. I like holidays around here. Any excuse to hit up the children’s section of Target and pick up a Dublin tee shirt is my idea of a good time.