The week or so before or the week or so after St. Patrick's Day leaves me wanting to punch people in the face.

"Aren't you wearing your skirt a little early? St. Pats isn't until the 17th!"

"St. Pats is over dude, why are you still wearing a skirt?"



Makes me want to reach down somebody's throat, grab their spleen, and yank them inside out!

Not that I'd ever do that any more. Lately, I've just been dealing with these remarks for the past week or so with all the quiet dignity I can muster. Well, mostly. I slip up. But I've kept my fits of temper to words only.