I just saw a couple walking outside in the parking lot below my window. The man was carrying something white and moving; it looked to me like he was carrying a scary ghost. Then when he got to the car it turned out to be just a baby with a blanket over its head. So that's good.
I was just typing an email to a friend of mine, and I attempted to conclude it with "love ya, rennie". Only I'm typing on a very small keyboard, and my fingers missed the comma. So it came out "love yam". Which really isn't true. I corrected it in the email, but it amused me enough to share.
St Patrick's Day was quiet, but I got to eat corned beef. Yay! I had it twice this year, once last week at my mom's for an early holiday, and once on the correct day. I really like corned beef, Irish or not. I also played with trains yesterday with my boyfriend's nephew. Which is interesting, because last week I played with trucks with my own nephew, also at my mom's house in Chicago.
Actually I took long enough finishing this post that it is now monday afternoon -- but just barely, so I'm not going to edit the first paragraph.