I don't have any green clothes.
Not that I have anything against green (my sheets are green -- mmmm, staying in bed), I just don't have any green clothing. St. Patrick's Day attire is generally such a challenge. I don't even have any emerald earrings. (Not like I could wear earrings anyway, says the girl with one piercing stud and one hoop.)
Not the first time this has happened. I remember once, when I was on the bus to school, discovering that it was St. Pat's and I was greenless. I looked around frantically and found I was carrying a green textbook. I peeled a small piece off the cover (I *hate* defacing books, but it was for a greater good) and taped it to my fingernail. (I *wanted* to tape it to my third fingernail, but can't remember if I ultimately had the cajones to do so. "You wanna see my green? I'll show you my green.")
Maybe I can get JeffComedy to teach me some of that step dancing. (http://journals.aol.com/jeffcomedy/Whatthehell/entries/299)
Come to think of it ... oh, I remember what green clothes I have! When I did an adult figure skating competition, my music was a Celtic fiddler, so I had a cute little green figure skating dress. No way on this earth I'd wear that in public. Although it'd be easier to take a piece off of that than to butcher another book.
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I'm wearing green undies today. And I wore green sweats to the workout club. I'm covered.
Absolutely adorable comments! I have a feeling your cute little green figure skating dress would be fantastic in public! But I defer to your greater wisdom...
I'm sorry darling, but I'm retired.
It would take Vegas calling me to get back up on a stage to do THAT.
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