Ah, Saint Patrick’s Day. A historical, monumental day for the Irish and their kin. St. Patrick was the Patron Saint of Ireland, and on March 17 every year, we of Irish decent don our green, raise our beer mugs, and celebrate Patrick and all he stood for.
But seriously, if you want to read all about the history of Saint Patrick, you’ll have to go elsewhere. Because today’s blog is all about the FUN part of St. Patrick’s Day!
You see, I’m as Irish as they come. Seriously. Slap an O’ in front of my maiden name, and you’d think you’d just met the founder of a popular Irish pub in Dublin. We are proud of our Irish heritage, and so, we celebrate St. Patty’s Day with gusto.
My St.Patrick’s Day wish this year is to FINALLY find that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
(Ok, yes, I know…that’s a bit far fetched. But let’s pretend it’s the equivalent of winning the American lottery.)
You see, if my math is correct, and this website is telling the truth about how much 1 ounce of gold is worth…and a decent sized pot holds about 500 pounds of gold….
We’re talking $20 Million American Dollars.
(Seriously, just go with me here.)
And if my St. Patrick’s Day Wish were to come true, here is a list of things I would do with my newfound wealth.
First of all, I would dance a jig with the leprechaun who led me to the gold, because that’s how sure I am that this will EVER happen.
|You would dance a jig, too. Believe me.|
Then, I would do the practical thing, and sit down to make a list of all the things I’d want to buy.
First, I’d take care of the responsible things: pay off our student loans and our medical bills.
Blah blah blah, adult-type stuff is over. Now it’s time to have FUN.
First point of business: quit my job. And try not to dance a jig in front of my boss.
Then: I’d buy a house. Preferably this one. (Sorry, current owners, you’ll just have to pack up and move. Don’t worry. I’ll introduce you to my Leprechaun.)
|Don’t worry, Mom and Dad. We’ll build one for you on the next island over.|
Once I’d secured a new, fabulous, tropical place to live, I’d start buying vehicles for everyone. Dad wants a Chevy HHR, Mom wants a Subaru Outback, Brian wants a Chevy Camaro…I’m not sure Adam wants, but I’d get him whatever he asked for. Then it would be my turn, and I’d buy a Chevy Volt. It’s green. Not just environmentally green, but I’d have to buy a green one in honor of my Irish gold winnings that purchased said car.
|Give credit where credit is due, I always say.|
Of course, I guess if we lived on that island, we’d have to leave our cars on the mainland. That just means we need a boat, too.
|Yep. Yacht=more jig dancing.|
Once our homes are purchased and our means of transportation secured, we can FINALLY take that whirlwind trip to all the places I’ve dreamed of visiting….
World traveled, yacht docked, cars stored, we’d venture back to our gorgeous seaside manor and relax. And I’d invest the rest of my gold in rugby, potatoes, and Guinness. And we’d all live happily ever after…
…if my St. Patrick’s Day Wish were to come true.