We are NOT well people.

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Conversations between the boy and me tonight:


At the school's art show, looking at 'self-portraits' of students in a display titled "When I'm 100 Years Old":

Boy: If I was doing that, know what I'd draw?

Me: What?

Boy: A gravestone!





Later, in the car, the boy said something witty -- which I can't recall right now, but it has something to do with languages. I responded with:

Me: Touché!

Boy: Is that French?

Me: yes

Boy: What's it mean? I should know what it means, since I'm part French.

Me: Just because you've got the blood in you, doesn't mean you instinctively know the language!

Boy: Au contraire!


(That one frightened me a bit. He's too clever.)

Ooh! And also...

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my Mommy brought me soup.

Oh, and also...

Happy St. Patrick's Day!!

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Boiled Dinner:

Wake up early. Plug in crockpot.
Realize that you forgot to buy pototoes. Swear for a few moments.
Put in crockpot: peeled and cubed turnip, baby carrots, cut up cabbage, sliced onion, corned beef. Add water. Cook on low all day. Buy canned new potatoes after work. Open, drain, and add to crock pot.

Eat with soda bread.


MMMMMmmmmmm.....




Next day:

Chop up everything, fry in cast iron pan in butter, turning until all browned
and crispy-edged. Push all the hash to one side of the pan, and fry a couple
of eggs with it.

Serve with toast and coffee.


MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
MMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
mmmmmmmmmm.......

Today...

is my boyfriend's birthday. :D