Corn beef and cabbage is simmering away in my beloved crock pot as I type this to you from my cubicle 23 floors in the sky. It is the first year that it isn't Mom making it. Truly embracing my Irish roots (that would be potatoes), I do believe this trumps making my own turkey. Isn't it funny how much weight the little things carry sometimes?
Do something for the first time today. The first time may not always be the best, but it will never be the same again.
And green is the color of new beginnings, what better day to start something new than on St. Patty's?