Bueller. Bueller. Bueller....

I just noticed that my last post was on St. Patty's Day - and I didn't even mention it!


My Irish grandparents were probably rolling in their graves. Don't worry, I did celebrate the occasion with a good dose of cheer - i.e. drinks. Starting the night off with an Irish Car Bomb and then all systems were a go from there.

The girl who cried wolf...

I've come to terms with it. I keep saying how I'll get this blog thing going once and for all and then I neglect it for my paying job. What's up with that? I'm a Gemini...I should be able to multi-task and carry on with a plethora of alternate egos. One more time for the cheap seats eh?