Loving Would Be Easy If Your Colors Were Like My Dream

I am catching no end of grief today from a coworker because I have on a green shirt. Tracy said she hasn't worn green on St. Patrick's day since the third grade. I say that something is wrong with her joie de vivre. I wonder if she has even a faulty joie de vivre. I bet that, had she been a Tiger, she wouldn't have worn green even on the days we had football games against Salmen and Northshore.

Now I'm also assuming that this Tracy has never experienced the delight of dressing like her date for a Sadie Hawkins dance--as have Lisa, Donald, Andrew, and Laura. By the way, I will never, ever tire of posting Sadie Hawkins pictures; there are more to come, and you are probably in one, possibly holding a guitar.

While I'm on the subject of Laura Newton, one of the first green stars of this blog, I want to thank her for the time she's spent preparing the invitation packets you should receive next week. Every piece of paper you will hold in your hand has passed through her hands, lovingly, tenderly, corner-roundingly. Thank you, Laura. Can we dress alike for the reunion?