Blogging will be light for the next few days. It is the beginning of St. Paddy's Week, and Eaglie's already on the floor, in and out of consciousness, coiled into fetal-position, and screaming about the Great Puce-and-Gold Monster (awake or not). I think some of the world's green food dye should be recalled.
Oh, and it's my Dad's 80th birthday. So I will be busy with that, and keeping Eaglie from eating his thumbs.
