Like a thud.

There are times when we all make a comment, or share something we enjoy and it come first like a graceful bird from our lips.... that upon contact with open air bloats to a dodo and greets the ground with an enthusiasm of ground meat.  Splop.  I have these sort of things all the time.  I think other people do as well, how could they not, but mine are mine, precious and unique in the abject embarrassment they give.

So why talk about them now?  Is it because I've mostly grown out of those comments?  No.  Is it because I no longer care as much?  Probably.  Is it just because I derailed something at work?  Definitely.

Woo. Go me...

St Paddy's 2015

We've done our St Patrick's already.  The parade was held on the Saturday past, fine times were had by all provided you didn't need the men's room.  We went home and had our corned beef and cabbie and it was good.  We wore our green and had our family time.  We then on Sunday had corned beef and cabbie again w'me fam.  It was good but I thought the rolls we had on Saturday were better.

Something of note, the wee new bae, Boo, took to the pipebands fine.  She held to her mommy but she didn't fuss.  The lad was much more interested in the parade this year, pointing at things I should take pictures of.  He pet unfamiliar wolfhounds, waved at the numerous pols that use the parade to... well, parade.  It was good.

I think I would probably feel different if we had something more to do this evening to celebrate.  I think I should make the time for something.  Art, perhaps.  I need more art.