I’m sure someone, somewhere observes St. Patrick’s Day without downing a few bevies but I’m not one of them. Personally, I found it a little depressing to be pregnant when I felt like the rest of the world was slurring, “When Irish Eyes are Smiling” so, if you’re like me (code *lush*) then you may feel a little left out this weekend without the drink so I rustled up a few photos to cheer you up.
So don’t feel bad that you can’t light it up this weekend. Feel smug in knowing that you will be the designated drivers that have all the good stories (and blackmail) from the night before, the ones that won’t get in a fist fight with some girl that thinks “she’s all fucking that”, the ones that didn’t throw up in their purse in the cab ride home.
But most of all, my darlings, feel good in knowing that I raise a Guinness to each and every one of you for keeping ‘er dry while you’re cooking the wee bairns.