In honor of St. Patrick’s Day, I’ve Riverdanced my way into a new pair of jeans. If that’s a bad sign, I don’t want to hear it. Okay, maybe it was more like a jig, but I did it with all the spirit and energy of my Irish brothers and sisters (even though I’m Asian).
In dishonor of the American celebration of St. Patrick’s Day, I refuse to drink green beer and am suspicious of people who want me to pinch them: “I forgot to wear green!” I wasn’t borned yesterday. Birthed? Home schooled? Born! I wasn’t born yesterday, people.
What’s for dinner? Corned beef and cabbage, of course (still Asian). In America, it’s our right to take part in all sorts of cultural celebrations even though we have no idea what we’re celebrating. Viva la ‘merica!!
It’s my birthday today, and I am super thankful. Instead of writing a novel, I’ll let the photos do most of the talking:
Started out my morning at a local coffee shop to have my power breakfast and do a little job hunting.
Next stop, the beach. I took a moment to admire all the jewelry out there.
I went home, suited up, and went for a run along the beach. See the egret? Cool, huh? BTW, all this running seems to be shrinking my badonkadonk,
but at the same time, it’s making my thighs meatier. What’s up with that? No, I didn’t take a photo of either. That’s sick! Yes, I’m talking to you…you know who you are!!
Next stop, this place called Costco. My mom and I dined on the amuse bouche that they had to offer. It was quite delightful.
Then I contemplated buying these poor, dented containers of Que Bueno. I felt sorry for them.
From amuse bouche to dinner! I know, not the greatest photo, but believe me now and believe me later – it was #*!#%!* delicious.
I had (cover your eyes, veg heads) duck leg and duck ravioli. Sooo good!
Hey, a present from my friends in L.A.!! It was so sweet of them to send me something!
This is only about 1/8 of what was in that box. My friends are special. Oh, so special.
And I miss them very much.