Apparently, I didn't have a first word, I had a first sentence. I don't know. Maybe I'd been going Mamamamamamama for so long that it just didn't count or something.

But anywho, my first sentence was: "A bee... My Daddy kilt a bee..." Because he must have killed a wasp or something. He was always doing that with his bare hands, too. :)

I use Morbo for an icon because he's green. *lol* And no, I've never been pinched... For some reason, people around here just don't tend to do that. Then again, I've been pretty diligent about wearing green on St. Pat's day.

For my family, not being Catholic, it was never a day to celebrate some saint who got rid of the poor Irish Druids. :( It was a day to celebrate our Irish ancestry. To play the Irish Rovers and Tommy Makem and Clancy Brothers as loud as the stereo would go, to eat corned beef and cabbage and soda bread, and if the weather was as nice as today, to break out the ol' bike and go for the first ride of the year.

Dad would break out his one orange sweater to wear, since we're not Catholic, closer to Protestant, and wear *that* instead of green. :) I wonder if he's wearing orange today?

Napoleon Bonaparte, Charles Godfrey Leland, Ethel Barrymore, Julia Child, Linda Ellerbee, Debi Mazar, Debra Messing, Ben Affleck... I have no idea about similarities. Though I am short like Napoleon! *lol*

Meat stuffing. Something that Dan's family *drools* over every year, but I can't understand, or get into. Bleah. I'm sure it's a French Canadian thing, a Woonsocket thing, or something, but yuck. No thank you. No, no thank you. And alongside it, green jello mold. Presumably pistachio. Because it's not lime. And no, none for me of that, either. Ack.