Best Week Ever - Pi(e) Day and St. Patrick's Day

I rarely get excited. I'm known for being stoic. Actually, I like the label, but it is a week like this I can barely contain myself. My two favorite holidays are in the same week, Pi(e) Day and St. Patrick's Day. Pi(e) day comes on Wednesday, March 14th (3.14) and whoa contain yourself, Saturday is St. Pat's Day.

What? You may ask is so fantastic about March 14th. Fair question. I just think it is fun to have a day that encourages the consumption of PIE. It is quirky and I prefer pie over cake any day. So I'm looking forward to getting my pie on Wednesday. Now I can't decide rather to indulge and enjoy a slice of pie by myself or purchase a whole pie and bring it home to share with my lovely and understanding wife. In previous years I would involve one of my son's, typically my younger who seemed to tolerate my quirkiness better. Well he moved out last month. Leaving me with an empty nest and no pie eating buddy. Maybe I'll text both of them right now, share the excitement and show them my love for each...them and pie. (10 minutes later and no reply...I thought they were the text generation)

St. Patrick's Day is really just an excuse to drink. But really who needs an excuse to drink beer, maybe Irish whiskey also? I like this holiday because it doesn't require any gifts or cards. (Although stupid me should encourage the card exchange since I'm a card drawing cartoonist). Like a lot of holidays it does come with its own menu; corned beef, cabbage and potatoes. Yum. Food that I don't bother to eat any other time of the year, like turkey and honey baked hams.

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Go get a pie and don some green Saturday and drink a beer. Just because there is no gift and no cards doesn't mean you can't indulge yourself.

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