Gotta love a leprechaun!

Happy St. Patty's Day to ya!

If only I had something green to wear...

Oh, right. I forgot about the frondescence.

Maybe I could use them to decorate a hat or something.

Or I could stick them to my clothes

like socks with static cling.

Maybe I'll just check my closet

to see if I have a green shirt.

Mr. G and I will be celebrating on Saturday.

There'll be a St. Patty's dinner party here at the condos.

"I don't think I'll like corned beef and cabbage," said Mr. G.

"Have you ever tried it?" I asked.

"No," he not-even-sheepishly admitted.

"But it just doesn't sound like something I'd like."

I thought about his mother and how she wouldn't eat pumpkin pie

for the same reason.

Until she was in her later years.

She tried it; she liked it.

How sad she missed out on such a tasty dessert all those years.

Sometimes the pumpkin doesn't fall far from the vine.

"Let's go anyway," I said.

"We always have a nice time socializing with our neighbors."

"Besides," I added. "There'll be desserts.

You've never met a dessert you didn't like."

Well....except for pumpkin pie...