CURRENT CONDITIONS.

For the first time in years, I did not celebrate St Patrick's Day with a visit to DogTown.  I did not pull down my customary driveway in the dark to park behind the house with the Gazebo.  I did not greet the yearly group of old-timers with hugs and my special brand of sarcasm.  I did not make the rounds through a two block-radius of houses - all of which stock their freezers with some form of Irish Whiskey for me.  I did not sober up in the early afternoon so that I could drive everyone home in the evening.  Instead, I took my brother's kids to the Magic House while the Hub worked on beginning the bathroom redux.

Last night, the ONLY thing I wanted in the world (aside from that pesky world peace) was a Pepperoni Pizza (well done with crispy pepperoni) with Pepperoncinis on half of it.  Seriously.  It pained me.  Instead, I was good and I cooked as the menu designated:  Curry Chicken and Caramelized Brussel Sprouts.

This morning, every single shirt I tried on make me feel fat.  Recently, I made the enormous mistake of purchasing several new shirts with one thing in common:  STRIPES.  They are "in", people!  Or, at least that is what has been intimated to me.  When I tried them on in the store, they looked good.  Maybe it was just the crazy clerk who was pumping up my ego?  At home, I look like a very upset Puffer Fish.  The Hub insists that I look good.  I just feel like they are highlighting my rotundity.  (Is that a word?  Spellcheck thinks so!)

I have an appointment April 12th.  I am currently 6:6 today.