I love St Patrick's Day. Okay, I love corned beef and cabbage. Cooked with potatoes and carrots. With Irish soda bread. My wife cooked the best corned beef ever. I could have eaten my weight. It takes hours for it to cook. It's worth the wait. It's worth the weight too, if it comes to that. To top it all off, a co-worker baked a green cake with green extra sweet frosting.
What? Green cake isn't traditional? Do I care? It tasted good, tradition or no tradition. I could have eaten the entire cake myself (but my co-workers might have hunted me down).
I had extra helpings of everything (except the cake, but that was at work). I feel full. I feel good.
I need a nap.
Life is good.
I'll exercise tomorrow.
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