As predicted, the St. Paddy's Day celebrations went off splendidly. Better than expected even, since the weather cleared up entirely a few hours before the guests were due to arrive, so they found us on the porch, enjoying the sunshine, the hors d'oeuvres and the silly headpieces (pictures forthcoming just as soon as I get dsl).

In other news, my mother always buys anyone who invites her to a wedding a waffle iron, regardless of whether they need one or not or where they've specifically stated that they're registered. This is because she still uses the one she received when she married my father, over 30 years ago. My grandma just gave me her waffle iron this weekend. This may be the sign I haven't been waiting for that they're not expecting me to tie the knot any time this year this decade soon.

And so it's Monday, I'm still congested, dealing with peeved customer emails, and anticipating my first first date in ... um, let me think ... 4 years? *sigh* 4 years.

Happy St. Patrick's Day!