happy whacking day, y'all

I am not Irish, but I do probably hate some English people--they are so selfish with their tubes of Hedley and Wyche! And I imagine there is some blarney somewhere in my pale, potato-loving ancestry. Usually on St. Pat's I cook corned beef with boiled vegetables--potatoes, rutabaga, carrots and parsnips. But I have two chickens sitting in the downstairs fridge that desperately want cooking, so I guess we won't be festive after all.

There was a minor skirmish at breakfast this morning, because Captain America had green only on the toes of his socks, and we were drawn into a semantic discussion of whether the rule of being pinched if you don't wear green also means that you MUST be pinched if you're not wearing green. I know, it doesn't make sense to me, either.

I was told by The Hulk that my pants are more brown than green, so I had to change to a green shirt. You do not want to get in the way of a precision-loving six-year-old with a license to pinch.

And here's a fun video for you to watch.