St. Patrick's Day

Well, it's not St. Patrick's Day anymore. It was so five minutes ago.

I'm tired. I have been working on a project and I am sitting on a stool in front of the computer and it is NOT comfortable.

But here is the question...why can't I get a Shamrock Shake down here? I'm Irish. I want a green shake. Is that so much to ask? I can get a Big Mac (although, I don't really want one) but I can't get a Shamrock Shake. Why??

Another question. My dad mailed me something over a week ago and I still haven't received it. What the hell??? He even called to see if I got it and was amazed that it hadn't arrived. Talk about snail mail. Is this just my post office, or does everyone have really slow mail service? No wonder Fed Ex makes millions.

Tomorrow, we are going to tackle the child's haircut. I have given up on being embarassed as my child SCREAMS his way through a haircut. Luckily, the woman who cuts his hair is like "Edwina Scissorhands" and it takes all of ten minutes.

So, Happy St. Patrick's Day! Even if it is late.

Bust out!

Finally! Somebody's getting whacked!

Tonight - in 40 minutes to be exact - I will be watching a new episode of the Sopranos!

I didn't make ziti tonight, although I was going to. I was even going to use the sweet sausage that Carm uses. But, the entire family went to Cracker Barrel instead and I opted for some fried chicken (it was soooo good). Not very northern New Jersey, was it?
I think I can slide considering I lived there for 20 years of my life.

So, for those of you who will be watching along with me, I share your excitement. For those of you who don't watch the show. What's wrong with you???