I like most holidays and am always open to a reason to decorate/celebrate accordingly. I plan on dressing Sesame in holiday appropriate outfits as much as possible. That being said, St. Patrick's Day does NOTHING for me. Why does everyone and their mother all the sudden pretend they're Irish for that one day only? Where's the holiday where we all celebrate Italians and Portuguese? I really don't get it. I was under the impression I was all of 4 drops Irish which I don't feel is enough to celebrate, but Dad reminded me his grandfather came over from Ireland so that makes me what, 1/8 Irish? Maybe? More 4 than drops. For the record, I have nothing against the Irish. God bless the Irish and the fact that their holiday makes corned beef go on sale.
Speaking of corned beef, I had to visit the commissary yesterday which everyone who's associated with the military knows is basically tied with Christmas for being the best time of the year. I went during what I have narrowed down to the As Golden As It's Going to Get Hour and it was surprisingly calm. Except that someone moved all the gluten free products across the aisle from the pads, the shampoo across from the ice cream and the bread was nowhere to be seen. Possibly a first world problem but I live in a first world country and I wouldn't mind being given a map when the layout of the store changes.
I'm debating growing my bangs out again. This debate has gone on for the last 12 years and frankly I don't see it ending before I die.
The biggest drama since it snowed 2'' is about to hit Fort Campbell. The tv show Nashville is coming to film an episode on post. Guess who's planning on being their next big star.
|I'll be the only one who doesn't look like my life is being ruined by fame and fortune.|