Plus, I didn't make it to this year's parade. The whole I-gave-up-all-good-stuff-for-Lent thing (including sweets, fried food AND alcohol) kind of put a damper on the St. Patrick's Day festivities. In fact, Trevor and I opted for a hot box yoga class and lunch with my grandmother instead of a morning of green beer, drunken crowds and loud music. We are super-exciting like that.
Yeah: Yawn.
Anyway, here you go:
Everyone CAN wear pants like this, but not everyone SHOULD.
Where do you go to buy green leggings?
What happens when a leprechaun mates with a zebra.
Uhmmm, there's a baby. Whose baby? Hello?
Because NOTHING says St. Patrick's Day like a pirate hat.
It's the guy from the LUCKY CHARMS commercials!
Someone should pinch these two...
I want a green cowboy hat...
Obviously, THIS is the place to be...
Really? A Hawaiian shirt? That's the BEST you can do?
5 comments:
I can tell that giving up sweets, fried food, and alcohol has brought you closer to God.
LOL; maybe Singular girl is right!
Ya that's what happens when you have a parade on Lower Greenville. If you want a serious Irish party come to the Highland Festival in Arlington.
Or hang out with my friend from college Kenny Finn and his family in Grapevine.
~Jef
My top two picks: the maybe-you-shouldn't-have pants, the whose-baby-is this, and the pirate house.
Because I count good and am indecisive.
Great pics. Thanks for posting them and I love your captions
Yes, yes. Lent has made me a bitter person this year. I think it all started with THE HOUSE GUEST FROM HELL the first Friday after Ash Wednesday. I've never wanted a drink so badly in my life. I was totally being tested.
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