Green potatoes

Happy St. Patrick's Day (even though we're not Catholic and barely Irish)

Me: I'm craving mashed potatoes
D (sitting on the couch wearing his green button-up shirt): You should dye them green
Me: You really want green potatoes? Really?
D: You're right - green potatoes are too fun. We shouldn't try to have fun.

So, the potatoes were green. It messed with my mind. I plated the blob and poked at them with my fork a couple of times before timidly taking the first bite. Hm, they taste like mashed potatoes. I'm an intelligent person, but I really expected that they would have a more - I don't know - green taste. My craving had already disappeared by the time I took my first bite, so I don't think I'll be making green mashed potatoes again - until next year. Or, maybe I should dye all of my food irregular colors if it keeps me from over-stuffing my face.

My belly has felt really heavy the last couple of days. At night it feels almost sore. I know that it's ligament pain from my belly actually getting heavier, but it just makes me want to sit on the couch and do nothing. I really need to get some things done, though, especially since my plan is to get to bed at a reasonable hour. My parents and another couple who are good friends of theirs are coming to stay with us just for one night before they fly to D.C. for vacation. Bible class is tomorrow night, Ladies Bible class is Thursday night and then company comes on Friday. You'd think that would motivate me to get off the couch but I'm here to tell you that the 5:30am wake-up calls sciatica woes and heavy belly about do me in. I know, I know - it gets worse.

Ok, I'm going to get off here and get things done.