In yoga this morning the only wearin' of the green was the girl's pedicure on the mat to my left. Even I forgot to wear green. My heart sank when I looked over at my sweatshirt I had already removed and dropped in a ball. Also to my left. It was orange. Sorry Great Nanny. I have an orange sweatshirt, and orange car and a British last name.
In penance, I have an Irish Soda Bread in the oven, made like my Mom taught me. I plan to lather it with butter and pray for peace in Ireland for the rest of the week.
