I got to play with crayons today. OK, so it was scanning and marking out lbels on the “deliver tomorrow” stuff, but it counts!
Enjoy your St. Patrick’s Day lutfisk!
Good lucxk, and feel better!
Got my second jab about half an hour ago. I took tomorrow off in anticipation of side effects, although I’ve never had a side effect from any immunization… Being a single person, I don’t make corned beef at home but fortunately there is CB&C on the cafe menu for lunch, along with vegetarian shepherd’s pie which I may get for dinner. I don’t have a drop of Irish in me (all Swedish) but a little fun, levity, and cute t shirts can only help with the world attitude.
My mom was of German heritage and my dad, while Irish, never went near the kitchen, so corned beef and cabbage were never on the menu. And it’s raining and thundering right now and according to the weather-folk, this is just the prelude for some really nasty weather this afternoon and evening. So no going out drinking green (or any other kind) beer. Temps are headed down to the mid-50’sF by the weekend. Oh joy.
Except for getting the garbage and recyclables outside somewhere between the raindrops, nothing much on the schedule for today.
Congrats to all the folks (wet one ) for your shots; 48 hours until my first jab.
Taters, made it 34 years in Government service; you going for your 40th anniversary? And feel better soon.
Ok, need to forage for sustenance. Take care all.
Kinda my thoughts too. Any excuse for a party.I’m not feeling it this year though (the wearing green, etc) but that’s probably because I haven’t gone anywhere or hung out with anyone festively for almost a year (for me it becomes a year in 2 days). I do have a pair of St. Patrick’s Day socks 
stashed and am hoping I’ll remember to wear them when roomie and I go out for her practice driving session this afternoon. She’s working on getting her first ever driver’s license and I’m helping, which is kind of a sight gag in itself. We decided that to celebrate Spring we would grab a takeout lunch special from our favorite Ming’s House. Just about the most fun you can have for $5.99 and it is always two meals worth. My little town has voted them Best Chinese Restaurant for the past umpty-nine years and with good reason. Four tables in the whole place (pre-Covid dining).
Good luck with the interview taters. Knock ‘em dead!
Howdy Pearl. Nice to meet you & glad you’re back. 
oh lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz …. One of my very favorites, so by association you and I are off to a good start. I will try to behave myself so it’ll stay that way.
Smelling the corned beef makes me hungry. What’s for breakfast? The rest of Mrs. L.A.'s leftover rib-eye? No, she might want it. Tuna salad sandwich? Meh, no. Buddig Pressed Beef sandwich? No. Scrambled eggs? Nah, I don’t feel like cooking.
I ended up having a Vegemite-and-cheddar sandwich on toast. Now I have the deadly Vegemite breath.
Second dose of Pfizer is in the bank. We’ll see how the aftermath goes. Took a couple of preemptive Tylenol when we got back to the house. We’re so relieved that this part is over with and can start living some semblance of normality.
What say ye, Mumpers - assuming Biden is successful getting most of the country vaccinated in May/June, when do you think we can toss our masks?
My prediction: possibly July, definitely by fall, assuming no resurgence or vaccine-proof variants.
Remember, you read it here first! 
O’Leary was lying in his deathbed, with perhaps only hours left to live, when he smelled the rich aroma of corned beef and cabbage wafting up from the kitchen. ‘Wife!’ he called to his wife, ‘Before I pass, I’d like one more bowl of your fine corned beef and cabbage, if ye’d be so kind as to bring me some.’ He wife called back, ‘Sure’n I can’t do that! I’m savin’ it for the wake!’
Probably never. This thing is going to continue to mutate, just like the flu and the common cold. It’s what viruses do; they’re the ultimate survivalists and most likely will eventually wipe out human life on this planet.
I will probably wear the mask until the rise in new cases subsides completely. I think we may end up getting a Covid booster along with the flu shot every fall from here on out
O’Sullivan goes out to fish one morning. He’s having a fine old time, getting a good catch and drinking plenty of beer… only one problem: eventually he gets so hammered that he falls out of the side of the boat and drowns. His missus is completely devastated, and, a few days later, sits down to write his obituary. For hours, she cries, prays, frets, and sweats over every word. Finally, she has four pages, front and back, of the most heart wrenching, touching eulogy a man could want. She puts on her hat and takes it down to the newspaper office, just as they are getting ready to close for the day, and silently hands it to the clerk. He reads it and declares; “Mrs. O’Sullivan, this is the most beautiful thing I ever read in me life, but it’s gonna cost ya a pretty penny. It’s a dollar a word to put an obituary in the newspaper, ye know.”
“Oh”, cries she, “I have but three dollars!”
“Well, I tell ya what, I’ll make ya a deal, I’ll give ya five words for that.”
“Five words?” she says.
“Aye, five words.”
“Gimme the paper!”
She takes it from him, flips it over and writes on the back:
Sully died. Boat for Sale.
I’m getting ready to go for a walk. It’s sunny and clear here, but between sunglasses, hat, long sleeves, etc., I won’t awaken the lupus beast. On the other hand, covering up and avoiding sun is how I got a severe Vitamin D deficiency. “I’m up on the high wire/One side’s ice and one is fire.” Well, maybe not that dramatic. (RIP, Leon.)
I have a state COVID vaccine collaborative meeting today via Zoom. I hope I get some answers. Will hold off on mask predictions until afterward.
Wait. You have to be Irish to partake of corned beef deliciousness today? 
Uh-oh. No Irish ancestry here, but I’ve been eating it on St. Patrick’s Day for years. It’s too expensive the rest of the year. My Italian immigrant mother made it every St. Paddy’s Day. Of course, she added a little garlic and some crushed red pepper to the cooking liquid. 
I can still hear her reciting, “Everybody’s Irish on St. Patrick’s Day!” She loved traditions and fun and good food. (Can you tell I still miss her?)
flyboy, I’m with you: the enticing aroma of corned beef makes it hard to wait for dinner.
Taters, hope you feel better.
Nona, I’m with you on the Papa John’s, which I’ve only had once and never again, partly for political reasons. (Yes, even pizza somehow got politicized.)
Cookie, yay on the second jab. Hope you have no side effects.
Boo, good luck on the drivers training session with roomie. Make sure that passenger’s side imaginary brake is in good working order.
Loving all the jokes today!
I test it spontaneously every session. The trick is to keep her from noticing! Stifling the gasps helps.
We only have two bottles of Guinness. I’ve put them outside so they’ll be cool, but hopefully not to cold.
Leprechauns running around all over the place and you’re setting Guinness outside? Don’t come whining to us if it goes walkabout.
Well I still live, at work it seems. My boss, without a word to me, signed me and herself up for a fiscal responsibility class for yesterday from 5:30 until 8:30 PM, Not my normal working hours. Class went late until almost 11 PM. I am zombie like today. I shan’t attend anymore trainings that i don’t at least know about ahead of time. It was online and I was home. The workbook was 198 pages so I didn’t print it and just had two computers up with one for the workbook and one for the online class. During it I did manage to cook my corned beef and cabbage so there is that. Dragging ass today though. i can leave at anytime but shall save it for a late sleep-in later this week…i still need to go take the test and pass it for credit for the class.
Happy Green day everyone. I wore purple.
Aggravated beyond measure with my job. Just don’t wanna anymore.
I’ve had a couple of cans of Guinness in the back of the fridge for 10+ years now. Is it still drinkable?
I like porters and stouts but I never developed a taste for Guinness. So sue me.
You’re prolly right. Unless it morphs into something we can’t counter and kills us all.
Iff’n I was a conspiracy theorist I’d think the Chinese gummint did it on purpose, knowing how selfish and immature Merikans would screw up combating it.
I don’t think that’s racist. I don’t like the Merikan gummint either.
I think I should shut up now.
We still have a few bottles of Newcastle Brown Ale. No Irish whiskey, but there’s some Jack Daniel’s.
Johnny, I’m going to share this with my friends on Facebook! I cackled. Excellent.
Dunno about Guinness, but Coors Light is definitely not drinkable after sitting in a fridge for 7 years. I don’t drink beer anyway, but I could smell the nastiness when I opened one. For the record, they were left behind by the folks we bought this house from. (Along with a full crisper drawer of condiment packets from various local restaurants.)
When my mom and I did our British Isles cruise, one stop included a trip to the Guinness Brewery, complete with a ticket for a glass. I gave my ticket to my mom, and she got slightly buzzed on 2 large glasses of the stuff. I took a sip, but ick. So, more for the rest o’ ye!
I tread the mill for an hour and I’ve declared that supper will be forage for whatever. We had lunch at Salsa’s so I’s still stuffded and I’m thinking I may just have an apple later. It’s 5:30 and I have no interest in supper - usually by now, we’re just wrapping up our evening meal. Chillage shall ensue.