O'Happy

My own quirky Celtic mix is in the CD player.

I'm wearing as much green as I could fit on my body without being mistaken for a walking shrub. (I may have failed, which could explain why the dipstick driver at Fourth and Garfield tried to go through the intersection as I was crossing it [at a marked crosswalk, for the record]. I sassily arched my eyebrows at him as I took my time walking to the other side of the street. Sassiness is satisfying.)

I cooked a corned beef last night. It's delish.

Safeway was out of soda bread. Sad. I'll check again at dinner, but I might be stuck with my "crusty pumpernickel." (The Wal-Mart bakery's label, not mine. Oddly, it's very soft - nothing crusty about it)

The Guiness is icy cold. (For after work ... to be enjoyed with a late-night dinner before indulging in a mug of Irish coffee ...)

There will be no potatoes. Or cabbage. (Corned beef and cabbage - homemade - is a horiffically smelly, smelly story for another time)

There's a shamrock sitting greenly and happily on my desk.

And Irish (steel-cut) oatmeal was breakfast.

O'Joy!