Lá Fhéile Pádraig shona duit! As long as you never call it St. Patty's Day you may consider yourself a true daughter of Ireland;)

"As long we carry DNA which makes our hair too red to go blonde without toner, skin so pale we risk melanoma walking to our cars, tempers that flare at injustice, and a deep and abiding love of potatoes, family, and a lively debate then we, too, carry our ancestral heritage.   And many of us will celebrate that by dining on the (admittedly fake American take on) atrocity of boiled beef.  And some of us may lift a glass**...or two...in celebration of St. Patrick and the plastic shamrocks sold by Party City by the truckload in his honor. "

All of this, except the beef. No thanks on that. Also, shamrocks and shenanigans sound like a lot of fun. 

As far back as I know, the red hair and pale skin in my family is from Scotland and Germany. So, the pin on my coat today says "Irish for a Day". (I do love good corned beef with some fresh soda bread.)

Slàinte! (Dang it! I can't get the frelling accent to go the right way!) 

"As long we carry DNA which makes our hair too red to go blonde without toner, skin so pale we risk melanoma walking to our cars, tempers that flare at injustice, and a deep and abiding love of potatoes, family, and a lively debate then we, too, carry our ancestral heritage.   And many of us will celebrate that by dining on the (admittedly fake American take on) atrocity of boiled beef.  And some of us may lift a glass**...or two...in celebration of St. Patrick and the plastic shamrocks sold by Party City by the truckload in his honor. "

My glass had mead in it, and we had tacos, but that's me all over, right down to my brown hair that doesn't go blonde. I finally gave up and just red outright. I might have to go get some corned beef hash tomorrow. I've been craving some beef and potatoes.