Two items of business:
Happy St. Patrick's Day! I hope you each get kissed today whether or not you're Irish. I didn't wear any green today but have yet to be pinched, and then I ate curry for lunch. So that I'm not missing out entirely on the spirit of the day, here's is an ode to the best friend a person could ever have in a root vegetable: the humble potato. I love you, spuds!
Also, I want to wish my dear Uncle Paddy a very happy birthday. Is my own blood Patrick a Saint? Close enough for me.
Unc, this song's for you—my earliest clear memory of you is of you trying to teach me this crazy song out on our front porch. I still have the young handsome autographed photo you gave to me when I was a tiny girl. I guess I had a little uncle-crush on you back then, and I was so proud the to be the crabapple of your bachelor's eye. I still think you're great. I love you!