As the Irish say...

...May God bring good health to your enemies enemies. Cheers! Hope everyone had a nice St Patty's Day. We had a good time and I even had a half-pint of Guiness. (If you don't know, I do NOT like beer, but I'm trying to like it because the husband is a bit of an aficionado, plus many of the places we travel revolve around beer.)

Yesterday I woke up a bit sad and dazed from a dream that was too real. I was in London with friends and was showing them around. We were in Bloomsbury near my old school and I was taking them to lunch, letting them decide between my two favorite places: The Bread and Butter for a delish sandwich, or the mediterranean place down the block (never could remember the name though). Oh how I miss you dear London! The grim observance of the 4th anniversary of the Iraq War this morning reminded me that it's been four years since we first lived in London. I can't believe it's been that long! We got there a little over a week after the war started, which made the experience very interesting for us, to say the least. I'll leave the musings on war to Joey though.

This weekend we are having a mini-break in Vegas, which should be great. Drew will be staying with Joshin and Tiina for the weekend, so he spent the night at their place Saturday to do a little test run. He did really well, so I'm not too nervous to leave him now. He loves "his friends," I was just worried because he gets separation anxiety and then starts panicking, which is no fun for anyone.

Well, I better get back to the writing. Top o' the morning to ya!