I woke up this morning to the Dropkick Murphys blasting in the kitchen and I immediately knew that the husband and his brother were having Irish Car Bombs for breakfast. The jerks didn't even invite me and I am far more Irish than they are! Rude. I'm sure I'll make up for it later today. And don't worry, we have an automatic designated driver in the youngest brother-in-law who is old enough to drive, but not old enough to drink. Perfection.
Happy Saint Patrick's Day to all! Don't make too many bad decisions.