Where ‘da gold at?

This holiday brings back fond memories of the leprechaun of Mobile, Alabama. And if you don’t know what I’m talking about, I’m not sure we can be friends. This shiz was hilarious! I still can’t get over how RIDIC it is that this legitimately aired on a news broadcast.

The “amateur sketch” might be the best part, it makes me laugh out loud every time. I mean, really?

So today may be St. Patty’s Day, but yesterday was also a holiday in my family. It was my little brother, Reagan’s, 25th birthday. We are only 18 months apart, but I always felt like he was 10 years younger than me. I used to beat him up and my Mom would always say, “You better watch it … one day he will be bigger than you and he’ll get you back.” I never believed her. Oh, that day came.

I used to yell at him for not coloring in between the lines in coloring books, even banning him from coloring with me. Typical. One of our favorite things was we used to do growing up was to play WWE on my Mom’s bed. That stopped the day we accidently broke her bed.

He is the “baby” so he always got away with so much more than me. All you firstborns out there know what I’m talking about. It is SO not fair, don’t even get me started.

Apparently when he legitimately was a baby, one day I ran to my Mom and said “I fed the baby, I fed the baby!” Horrified my Mom ran to my brother’s crib and I had stuffed his little mouth full of grapes. Whoopsies. Good thing he didn’t choke.

My nephew, if you can’t tell from pics, is my brother’s clone. It is scary how much they look alike. Look at my brother at my nephew’s age. Crazy, huh?

Happy Birthday Reagan! Sorry for that time I tricked you into thinking I was choking on orange juice and you got so scared you cried and called Mom. My bad. Love you!