Happy St. Patrick's Day!

St. Patty's day was always a big deal at my house.  Each year, Casey and I spent days carefully constructing tiny "hotels" for the leprechauns to kick back and relax in.  We would also leave snacks and cookies for King Brian (I'm sure he would have preferred whiskey...). 

On the big day, we'd always awaken to a surprise.  Sometimes it would be little, green leprechaun footprints sprinkled on our arms and faces, and other times it would be piles of "gold" (gold painted nickels) left in the hotel.  Our breakfast would consist of green milk, green pancakes and anything else that can be dyed with food coloring.  The day would end with a family showing of Darby O'Gill.

I still love St. Patty's.  But now I just drink beer.  And watch Darby O'Gill.