Ok, I didn't decorate. Mostly because I'll be cookin'. Kind of like Thanksgiving, I don't feel the need to decorate because I spend time in the kitchen making dinner, which probably makes more sense in my head than it does on paper.
The crock pot will be bubbling with corned beef & cabbage & taters tomorrow, and Irish Soda Bread will be nibbled throughout the day. I made Apple Amber this week, which is like a chunky apple sauce pie with meringue on top... it's gone though.
Soon enough this creeper will start its plans of lawn domination but for the moment, here's a four leaf clover for you (you don't see it? I'm sure there's one in there somewhere...)
In the spirit of things Irish and beer - here's something a twitter friend of mine (thank you Kevin!) shared and I love it so much that I'm posting it here... it's a fun Irish Drinking Song sounding song that's not really a drinking song because you'd never remember the words if you were drunk. You might remember to clap, but I'm fairly certain you wouldn't be able to pronounce a few of these words after your second Guinness. Regardless, it's fun... did I say that already?
St. Patrick's will also mark my official transition from coffee to tea. I'm not going cold turkey or anything crazy like that, coffee will just be more occasional and less every day... enough to make me lament it. I'm not sure if it's the Fibromyalgia or what but I'm so sensitive now, I feel dehydrated when I drink coffee.
This year will also be the first St Pat's since I turned 21 when I will not have had beer as my current meds don't allow it or I could end up all Heath Ledger... and I know I don't sleep much but I do like breathing while I sleep, so no beer for me.
I made this for the shop this year, which is good because I did nothing for St. Patrick's in the shop last year - see? Progress! It's Honey Ale scented honey soap and it's Celtic and pretty to reflect a little of my heritage.
Alright chickens, get your Paddy on and have a beer for me! Be safe on your pub crawls and remember - if you're lucky enough to be Irish, you're lucky enough. If you're not Irish, you can pretend tomorrow - I won't tell.