Luck o the Irish

or something like that.  Happy belated St. Patrick's Day.  I was am sick again and am less than thrilled about it.  David has been a tremendous help and has been able to stay home with me (except for today booo  *sad face*) Thursday morning he helped me throw some vitals in the crock pot for our St Pats dinner that evening and I made him some tasty green beer.   Of course, I can only speculate as to how tasty it was since I will not indulge while pregnant.  He looked to be enjoying it.  Until Gabby decided it would look better splashed across our office floor =(  Thus ending the day of green beer.

We still managed to (sort of) enjoy our slow cooked Irish dinner of corned beef, cabbage, carrots, potatoes and onions.  I say sort of because as long as I live here I will never get used to the temp changes.  On St Pats Day this year we reached 91 degrees.  There is something very strange about eating a hot, boiled dinner of heavy food when it is 91 degrees outside (and not much cooler inside as we refused to use the air yet)  My Mum pointed out that it would be the equivalent to eating Chowdah in the middle of summer. 

Some things you just do not do!