Good lord, I am full.
I just ate what may be considered a trough of Beef Stew, plus approximately ninety-eight rolls or other types of bread, and no less than six pats of butter.
I feel sluggish and lethargic. And round. Very, very round.
For some reason, Little Owl and I decided to go to our usual lunch spot today -- which just happens to double as an Irish pub. Silly us. Our waitress had sparkly green gems glued to her forehead, and the hostess asked why I did not dye my mohawk green. I allowed that I might be dyeing it green for this evening, which seemed to satisfy her.
Speaking of this evening, it contains another show by our resident red-headed songstress, The Shiv. Extra-special hip-hip-hooray to her and her Very Irish Birthday!
In other news, I am SO full, Oh My God.