Smacking Danny Boy in the head since 1907
Mar. 17th, 2006 04:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nirix5"Do you want the salad special for today?"
"What is it?"
"Salmon salad. You'll love it."
"Is it green?"
"What?"
"Is it green? For St. Patrick's Day?"
"...No. It's Protestant salmon."
Had a long, rambling thought about St. Patrick's Day as the bus wound its way through Tipp Hill this morning. It's because I've never been in that particular area around St. Patrick's Day before. Man, they go all out. Not as all out, however, as my mother, who took it upon herself to make an orange-flavored green pound cake which is fucking AWESOME.
I have no green anything.
There was a lot more I wanted to write about in here. It eludes me.
Oh yeah...
OMFG. CHRISTIE ROLLED OFF THE COUCH THIS MORNING AND SHE LOOKED JUST LIKE CATHERINE.
Which is really, REALLY freaky, because she usually doesn't. But today, she did. Even she couldn't deny it. It was the color her hair has become, with the way it fell, and the lighting in the kitchen, and the leather jacket she put on because she was chilly, and the nice pants and sandal-type shoes. Like WHOA. I am not even kidding.
Cue the jokes about Quinn being Greg and Catherine ripping on him and threatening to paint him with liquid latex and beat him. Hee. I loves me some CSI.
And apple martinis!
"What is it?"
"Salmon salad. You'll love it."
"Is it green?"
"What?"
"Is it green? For St. Patrick's Day?"
"...No. It's Protestant salmon."
Had a long, rambling thought about St. Patrick's Day as the bus wound its way through Tipp Hill this morning. It's because I've never been in that particular area around St. Patrick's Day before. Man, they go all out. Not as all out, however, as my mother, who took it upon herself to make an orange-flavored green pound cake which is fucking AWESOME.
I have no green anything.
There was a lot more I wanted to write about in here. It eludes me.
Oh yeah...
OMFG. CHRISTIE ROLLED OFF THE COUCH THIS MORNING AND SHE LOOKED JUST LIKE CATHERINE.
Which is really, REALLY freaky, because she usually doesn't. But today, she did. Even she couldn't deny it. It was the color her hair has become, with the way it fell, and the lighting in the kitchen, and the leather jacket she put on because she was chilly, and the nice pants and sandal-type shoes. Like WHOA. I am not even kidding.
Cue the jokes about Quinn being Greg and Catherine ripping on him and threatening to paint him with liquid latex and beat him. Hee. I loves me some CSI.
And apple martinis!
