I didn’t realize it until I woke up this morning and got ready for the day that I really don’t have much green in my wardrobe.
Black in every shade? Check.
A bunch of gray? Check.
But no green.
And no orange.
Which poses a slight problem, being that this is St. Patrick’s Day and Multiple Sclerosis Awareness Week. The MS color is orange. Why the color of prison garb? I have no idea. Because we are prisoners to this disease? And it seems like all of the other shades have been appropriated (pink – breast cancer; red – heart disease; purple – alzheimer’s; yellow – livestrong)
My heritage is Irish via my paterfamilias’ side. Oh, and in case you haven’t noticed, I have MS.
What’s a girl to do?
I suppose draping myself in the Irish flag might be a little much, huh?
May the roof above us never fall in, and all us friends gathered beneath never fall out.