So I get onto my computer today to find that everyone was wishing me a Happy St. Patrick’s Day yesterday and I am going, WTF. Saint Patrick’s Day is on the seventeenth people, just like it is every year! But then I discovered “it was changed to the fifteenth this year by the Roman Catholic Church to avoid conflict with Holy Monday, which falls on 3/17.”

Yeah, what the fuck?

But I guess Ireland celebrates March 13th through the 17th, and is still having the huge parade on the 17th, regardless of the Roman Catholic Church?

Either way, my roommates and I are still celebrating on the seventeenth. So Happy St. Paddy’s day, TOMORROW.

My mom and sisters got a kitten. They want to call him Target because he has a bulls-eye on his sides due to his stripe pattern. Obviously, I have rejected this. Other name options are: “Little John”, “Oliver”, “Lancelot”, and “Jag”. I like Jag and Oliver, honestly. The only one stuck on “Target” is Kimberly. The rest of us think immediately of the store.

Just between you and me, the kitten told me that he does not want to be called Target right after I took this picture.