On Saturday we made the most out of the St. Patty's festivities and decided to wear green--that's really all the further we got...
Hunk chose ribs for dinner, while the Punk and I satisfied a much needed pasta craving. Good thing we're not Irish or we would have disgraced our heritage.
Naps were enjoyed, a string of random but delightful foods were eaten, and ducks were chased.
I also got to take a car ride into town--alone. Did you the know that the hum of an engine can actually be therapeutic--it was divine (who knew there was still quietness in the world)?