P.S. I wrote everyone a poem for Saint Patties day. Check it out:
Four leaf clovers, Beer dyed green.
The end of winter, beggining of spring.
It's the day of the Irish, the day of the saints.
The day of rooms spinning, and vision so faint.
Now you cant deny it, St. Patties day is here.
So put down that book and pick up a beer!