St. Patrick's Day is tomorrow. I think. I'd have to go check my calendar to be certain. It's not a holiday that I follow closely. When I was a kid, I usually forgot to wear green and spent the day in a perpetual state of anxiety, worrying that I would be pinched.
Now that I'm grown and able to pinch back, I don't dread St. Patrick's Day as much. In fact, I appreciate the annual reminder to plant seeds in trays and begin thinking about my garden. If I get busy this weekend, I should have some nice starters to transfer into the ground over Memorial Day weekend.
Each year, I tell myself that I should make corned beef and cabbage for St. Patrick's Day. Then I forget, and we end up having pizza or something even less Irish for dinner. Speaking of nutrition, I hope you don't use tomorrow as an excuse to overindulge in the drinking of spirits. Do something healthy—take a yoga class.
Dinner last night: meatloaf, mashed potatoes and gravy, green peas
Exactly two years ago: