I had elaborate St. Patrick's Day plans.
My annual-semi-authentic Irish meal.
But I woke up craving a swig of Dimetapp.
Instead of juice.
Hoping a pile of Kleenex would be at the end of the rainbow.
And I had to choose between making Dublin Coddle and
A nap.
A nap won out.
So--we ended up with green eggs and sausage?
On t.v. trays for L.H.O.T.P. Night.
But the judges noted:
"This was the best St. Patrick's Day dinner we've ever had."
So...a reminder
That it all falls under "Lord Willing"
I do not know what tomorrow will hold.
And my plans may not be His.
And His plans may actually be
Better.
