St. Patrick's Day is right around the corner and yes. I put up decorations even though I'm not Irish. I like holidays. I like holiday decorations. Give me an excuse and something to decorate, and I'll totally throw some tinsel on it.
Speaking of not being Irish . . . this fact makes my dad very, very sad. I can still remember standing on the beach with him, gulls screaming overhead and water swirling around our ankles, discussing our lack of Irish-ness.
"I really do think we must be Irish," he said. "I like the Irish."
Then he fished his phone out of his pocket and called my Uncle Wayne, the family genealogist.
"Wayne," he said. "Are you sure we're not Irish?"
Later when I saw my Uncle Wayne, I asked him about this. He rolled his eyes and said, "I don't know many times I have to tell that guy. WE ARE NOT IRISH."