Being Born on St. Paddy's Day,
is pretty much the best.
It's like all of America is throwing a huge birthday party everywhere I go. Though I feel I'm on overload of green, beer and "kiss me" signs -so this year I will not go to any parades, I will not drink giant cups of beer, I will however start my day off with an Irish coffee.
This year there will be no irish car-bombs guzzled, no corn beef and cabbage eaten, and no party beads collected. There will instead be Manhattan adventures with a few my closet, stay tuned for our adventures. So here's to another year, being born lucky and to feeling just as young as I did seven years ago (just much wiser).
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