I'm using St. Patrick's Day as an excuse to make corned beef and cabbage in my slow cooker. Guinness may have been involved.
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We're having it too, though honestly I like it better as a Reuben sandwich.
Well, assuming my housemate and I don't eat 3lbs of meat tonight, I'm hoping for a few Reubens down the line.
Crappity. I will not cry. I have three classes to get through, this is not the time!
Stupid backlash emotions. All lunch I was calm, and NOW I get upset. Over something totally minor and dumb, just so nobody worries that I killed a kid or anything.
Oooh, I need to get some soda bread.
Apparently Savannah has the second-largest St. Patrick's Day celebration (after New York, I guess?)
I wonder how many places claim that.
Emily, you do know how fantastic and wonderful you are, right? And that this too shall pass? Fer realz.
There's a good Jewish deli up here in Northbrook (they moved here from Skokie) that has the best extra lean corned beef. I love to stop by there and get a sandwich if I'm driving by, usually after my dentist appointment down the street. Otherwise, I try and avoid it--it has a Dairy Queen on one side and a bakery on the other. Too much temptation to get a sandwich!
Ugh, Emily. I am confident you will be OK. Deep breaths, etc.
I should have had a Reuben for lunch, but by the time I thought of it, I had already ordered something else. Oh well.
I had BK.
Daylight savings time is really jacking with me. I used to use the daily lunch conversation in here to make me vaguely start thinking about lunch. By the time I was actually arsed to make any, it was actually lunchtime.
But now suddenly I'm hungry for lunch every day at 9:00am. Which is not on.