So, I haven't totally given up my naughty ways. Haven't exactly sat down and wrote anything. Although, I did spend the day getting organized yesterday. It's better than sitting on my tail and doing nothing.
I can't say I'm a big celebrator of St. Patrick's Day. I don't drink. No crazy drunk chick dancing on the bar moments for me. And somehow I leave the day with a ton of bruises on each arm. What's the point of wearing green if people are going to pinch me anyways? I swear anyone comes near me with their devilish fingers and they're gonna get it (a stern look and few harsh words. I'm not a psycho).
I hope you like the little St. Paddy's graphic I chose for this post. I'm so a closet South Park viewer (well I guess not anymore). Poor Kenny can't catch a break. If I were him, I would coat myself in lucky charms or look in to the nearest padded room.
#Fridayreads Everything Smells Just Like Poke Salad - *In keeping with our April theme of humor, I have another fun book to recommend.* *Everything Smells Just Like Poke Salad* Linda Swain Bethea and Kathleen...
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