I’m not a holiday* person.
The extent of Valentine’s Day 2011 was sending my grandmas cards. I have some red, white, and blue pajama bottoms I’ll bust out for Independence Day. If I happen to go to Halloween party that will be nice… but my costume will probably consist of something I already own.
For years, though, St. Patrick’s Day was always different. St. Patrick’s Day, from the time I was kid all the way through college meant one thing… Lucky Charms cereal with green milk. It’s a tradition my mom started, the one day a year my sister and I could have surgery cereal. In college it was a break I looked forward to during the monotony of finals week.
Then I started working and realized I have no desire to eat Luck Charms anymore. I am growing up, folks!
I mindlessly prepared today’s breakfast:
Maybe it’s not that I’m not much of a holiday person, but just that I’ve gotten my holidays mixed up. Happy Fourth of July, y’all.
*I’m not including Church holidays and celebrations. Yes, I do celebrate those. I just can’t compare my idiot friends “celebrating” Cinco de Mayo and the birth of our Savior. I’m sure there’s a great joke to made here, but I’m still adjusting to time change.