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?"
"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?!?!"