Being Green

My family's green clothes are officially now in the bottom of the laundry basket, where they will probably stay until next St. Patrick's Day. I love green veggies and fruit, like to decorate with shades of green, but cannot pull it off in my wardrobe. And I noticed yesterday, most other people can't either. It is not a super flattering color for very many people. I am sure St. Patrick himself can't help but roll over in his grave every March 17th and think to himself, "I looked much better in blue." I do think it is ironic that we live in a country that thrives on non-conformity (or at least they think they do) and the individual spirit but everyone can be convinced to wear green clothes on a holiday they know nothing about merely on the threat that they might get pinched. Whoever gave that first pinch years and years ago must have given a whopper since we all still fear it now. We should hire that same person to deal with terrorists, we would probably live in a much more peaceable world if we did.
As a side note, I had to go to Costco yesterday because our pantry and fridge were REALLY bare and I saw our old car. Isn't that weird? We traded in our car in August and went down to one family car, and I totally saw our old van - same plates and everything - in the parking lot at Costco. And do you know that my first thought in my little scheming evil brain was, "I wonder if we still have an extra key and we could take it back..." Sad, I know. That sin nature is just ever present, you know?