St. Patricks Day, the day that all men are Irish and all beer is served warm, is now officially over. Unless you happen to be a barhopper, in which case it is still going strong, with kegs tapped and glasses in hand.
I don't even get this full on Thanksgiving day, but here it is St. Patricks day and I am stuffed to my nonexsistant gills. This is my favorite meal of the year. I look forward to this all year long, waiting to behold rye bread and Corned Beef. Yum.
But I have to get off the computor now, because tomorow happens to be the day of the Pinewood Derby for a certian Pack 500, and my dad is officiating. GO TEAM or whoever you root for in one of these things, Lord knows I've only seen four or five, I don't know what goes on...