I was so tempted to wear orange today just to spite one of my coworkers who threatened me with violent and pervasive pinching if I did not wear green.

But then I woke up this morning and there was the green shirt mocking me from the closet – the one that I had set out last night while under the influence of corned beef and white grape vodka. I should have known better.

<sarcasm>You all know how much I like to fit in with the crowd </sarcasm>, so I put on my green shirt and came on in to work. But I did throw in just a little bit of rebellion…it’s a Hawaiian shirt.

Here you can see just how happy I am to be wearing the shirt at work:

I think it’s also worth repeating something I mentioned back in 2008 when St. Patrick’s Day rolled around…and that’s political correctness.

I am not being PC by wearing a Hawaiian shirt for SPD, but apparently we’re not even supposed to called it SPD anymore. Apparently, according to this thing I saw hanging in the hallway, we’re supposed to call it …

Happy Shamrock Day