It's the day we put on the stupid t-shirts that say "Kiss Me, I'm Irish!"
In America anyway.
I have read that the people of Ireland don't mark this saint's day by any such alcohol-fueled malarkey.
Be that as it may, let me wish you the standard . . .
But enough with the Irish blather.
Let's continue now with the regular funnies.
Hey now, something to put next to my birdbath!
Please allow me to give you some words of advice: don't drink too much, don't drive, you don't even have to eat corned beef and cabbage if you don't like it.
And, since I know no one listens to my advice anyway, good luck with your hangover.
And always remember to keep laughing.
Here, kitty-kitty . . . oh, quit bullying that dog!