Severely Outnumbered

What a difference a few years makes. St. Patrick's Day used to be my day to go and party (along with about 100 other days during the year). You know, the freckles and reddish-brown hair meant that I had to go and celebrate my heritage my getting as drunk as possible.

This year, I spend St. Patty's Day at the doctor's office, driving around town looking at land, taking my wife and daughter to dinner at a Wingstop that doesn't have a liquor license yet, and I was in bed by 9:30 having drank only 2 beers out of my fridge the entire evening.

Damn, I'm getting old.

So yeah, about that doctor's appointment.

According to the ultrasound nurse, we're having another girl. Now, I know that it's not always 100%, but I got a pretty good look and it looks like girl parts to me too. Of course, as my boss always likes to say, "Let me show you a picture of my little girl," as she proceeds to pull a picture of her son off her desk. So we'll have to keep a boy's name in reserve, just in case, but we're pretty sure.

I just hope PMS Buddy is still around in 12-13 years...with two teenage girls and my wife in the house, I'm going to need it!