It's been ages since I've written to my Irish friend Jon. I should do that. But maybe not today. I don't want to send the message that I was only thinking of him because it's St. Patrick's Day. "Hey, Jon! We were all pretending to be Irish today, and I remembered that I know some real Irish people!" Not so cool.
We had a family outing last night to the restaurant Cacao Lane in historic Ellicott City. We started with cheesy crab dip- essentially the only way I eat crab- and then I had Fillet Mignon medallions in a Burgandy sauce, mashed potatoes, and the crispest, greenest snap peas ever. It was a fine meal. This afternoon the parents leave for Texas, and I will have the house to myself for ten days. I will not take advantage of this the way I ought, most likely, except perhaps to wear my pajamas later than usual on the weekend and to leave my lunch dishes in the sink until after dinner. Also, I have to make the very important decision of whether I am going to go ahead and watch the remaining five episodes of Wonderfalls on my own, or be a good daughter and wait the week and a half until my mother is back to watch with me. Life, it is hard.