St. Kelly’s Day!

    Happy St. Kelly’s day, readers! I hope your feasts are plentiful and your marathons filled with much vomit consisting of broccoli. Yes, there is a story behind St. Kelly’s day before you all go off to check your calendars.

    If you didn’t know this before, my sister is a saint. It was decided two Thanksgivings ago? I think so. Anyways, we were at my aunt and uncle’s house after eating Thanksgiving dinner. My cousin, my sister (Kelly), and I were all sitting at the table with a vegetable platted in front of us. Kelly announced how very stuffed she was and I asked her if she wanted to go run a marathon. Her reply was something along the lines of “sure, if you want me to get sick”. Probably something wittier than that.

    Anyway, she then reached forward and plucked a piece of plastic off of a broccoli in the vegetable platter. We then went into saying how she just totally saved someone from chocking and dying and she should get a sainthood, holiday, parade, ect. ect. This was how St. Kelly’s day was created.

    It was set for the day after St. Patrick’s day when everyone was still hung over from partying the night before. You eat a feast in the morning (Thanksgiving dinner) then you go and run a marathon until you get sick (my comment about running). Afterwards there are parades where people throw broccoli from floats. There are also massively dramatized re-enactments of Kelly’s daring save. Depending on your area the re-enactment will be portrayed different ways. Oh, and the official color of the day is red since Kelly’s favorite color just so happens to be red.

    So that’s St. Kelly’s day! If you read all of this I’m impressed. This was a really long post today. Maybe because I’m trying to put off editing my story…though both of these things I’m doing by choice. –sigh- Check over your vegetable platters in the future for potentially hazardous materials stuck in them.