Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Thoughts on that American Day Dressed in Green

A conversation I shared yesterday, in honour of St Patrick's Day....

Hubster loves giving me shit about being Irish.

When we first got together I always talked about being "Irish-American" and he would be like,

"So which of your parents come from Ireland?"

"Ummm. Neither."

"Oh, so your grandparents then."

"Ummm, no. More like my great-great-great-grandparents."

At that point he'd roll his eyes and say, "Why can't you people just be happy being American?!?!"


kissmekaty said...

I say that all the time about African-Americans. It doesn't matter the color of your skin, quit drawing attention to it and just be an AMERICAN!!

Sue said...

There's this thing that runs through my blood that makes me tap my foot at pipe and fiddle music and crave corned beef/cabbage. Frankly I think there is DNA involved. The Dignan gene...