Working on “Alex Byrnes Is a Double-Crossing Weasel” and generally ignoring my blog–and my actual novels. In totally unrelated news, here are two items of interest to no one:
- I forgot that St. Patty’s Day was this Sunday, but accidentally (and fortunately) wore my spring-green raincoat because of the weather. Most of the parents in church had some sort of green token on as a shield against their children, and that sparked an old memory: when I was in elementary school, I would wear only a tiny piece of green and make sure it was hidden, hoping beyond hope that I would fool one of my classmates into pinching me for not wearing any green; at which point I would dramatically reveal the spot of color and then get to pinch them back. Yeah, I didn’t really think that one through.
- Early Sunday afternoon I made muffins, and by 8 p.m. I had eaten the tops off of a quarter of the pan after realizing, to my sudden, dawning delight, that there was no one to stop me.
The power! THE UNADULTERATED POWER of being responsible for yourself and only yourself. Hooray. 😛
Usually for me it ended up being the devastatingly glorious decision to not even open a can of condensed soup, add water, and microwave as that would be way too much work for supper time.
Ha! I remember you telling me that. Nothing like starving yourself to death out of sheer laziness.
Your niece kept nervously asking when the pinching was going to start. I don’t think she understood the concept that wearing green would keep her safe.
It really is a pretty messed up tradition. I’m glad I’ve gotten to the point that people aren’t going to accost me for not wearing any green. (Mostly because I have very little green in my wardrobe.)
But now that I read the post again, guess it will probably become a problem for me again once the kids get a little older. :/
Undoubtedly! The vicar and his wife both point to the green things they had on (a wristband and a beaded necklace, respectively) and rolled their eyes. Their daughters were wearing the cutest sparkly green bow-clips though.
Poor thing. Maybe she’ll get it next year, at which point her little brother will be the one uncertain how the pinching thing works.