When I got ready to leave the house this morning to work out/have tea with my Curves buds/go grocery shopping I grabbed my purse and a plastic bag with the scoopings from the litter box and my car keys and a water bottle. I made a quick stop at the trash can outside the garage, tossed the soiled litter, and hopped into the car. Something made me look to my right, and there on the car seat was (you guessed it) a sand-filled plastic bag. Ick! Can you picture my surprise if I had arrived at my destination with that in tow? Can't imagine the clerk at Bel Air or Brad at Peet's accepting cat droppings for my veggies or a cup of tea. Luckily we do bag and tie our trash, so the purse was just fine. I was also feeling grateful that we have our own trash can and I didn't have to fish through a community dumpster.
I have just been a space cadet lately. Started my corned beef about an hour later that I planned (undercooking it by half an hour actually works very well and it tasted great)so we ate a bit late, had a couple of phone conversations today that I'm sure convinced friends I am losing it, and generally acted as though I have had too much green beer. Unfortunately, it's just too much ibuprofen.
I did wear a great deal of green today, including my shamrock socks. No green beer, but we did have great Irish food for dinner. Alex got corned beef twice this week and he is in hog heaven. When I was a child corned beef wasn't just for St. Pat's. My Dad loved it and we had it often. It's hard to find these days, except in March.
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