I just found out I am NOT Irish so I would like to un-celebrate all prior St Pat's days and also take back any unwarranted pinches directed towards my arms BECAUSE I AM NOT HERE TO PLAY.
Also, I've chosen to embrace my mere 338 miles away change-of-heritage (British) by reading a very sad blog tonight and crying a lot.
No wonder I like tea.
off to bed, off to a better life tomorrow.
(My grandmother's father was adopted off the orphan train and we always thought he was Irish. However. His only surviving offspring just took a DNA test... and no Irish was found. Half Brit, half Dutch-- the Dutch part would be from his mom, my great-grandfather's wife. At least I have one-quarter proof of myself. Mom and I spent a bit puzzling over this. Who are we, really? Does it matter? We didn't get full-existential but we did agree to hold off DNA testing ourselves for now.)
